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Dawn's Finger
I watched the dawn unfold in a sheet
Of gray cloud that shadowed my feet
All around the woods were in wait
To wake from slumber of sleeping's cold fate
I saw them reach for day's hidden light
Through dark mist that went past my sight
It seemed I had given the day to the shade
Impatiently changing the plans I had made
Until the old oak said, "Look to the sky!"
And laughed as dawn's finger stabbed my young eye
*2-8-13
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