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Cold of Morning
by Leonard M HawkesI know that cold of Morning:
Gray light, mountain gloom,
Companionship's icy flame,
Small hearted doom.
It is the cold of Morning,
That silent running mind
Beyond the links of reason,
That hedges up and binds.
But morning cold in early June
Swells buds on thorny stems
That blossom into sweetness
As the season bends.
12/12/2006 Author's Note: For Heath, found near Piery's Shore.
Posted on 12/13/2006
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
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