Fate
Stillness, quiet, cool
Morn where roosters rule
Not a cricket's cheer
Only a Purple Finch near
A clear yellow sun
Up high so very soon
The Mockingbird sings
Joy his lover brings
Gratitude for porch
Early morn not scorch
Eastward facing wait
For day's coming fate_
Copyright © Sara Kendrick | Year Posted 2012
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