Spear of Morn
Like spears of light such bright bolts born;
the buds of daffodils are formed
Within a fine green glade of shafts,
the buds of Marches blooms do blast
Removing gloom of browns, grays,
obliterating dreary days,
most fair salute, glorious dawn;
the day the daffys buds adorn.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2009
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