Early Light
Low in the east, a paler shade of night,
against the dark a ribbon of light blue,
five-thirty, and a gentle veil of light
begins to bathe crystalline drops of dew.
This sight becomes more welcome with each day,
as earlier the dawn breaks the night's pall,
the shackles of the spring will fall away
and shoots of coloured blooms answer its call.
Long nights, short days are now well in retreat,
I bid them all farewell with no remorse,
winter vanquished, no sorrow in defeat,
seasons roll on as nature takes its course.
Spring washes off dark thoughts, and dour moods end,
not just a season, but a treasured friend.
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