Early Spring
Rusty glow hovers—
setting sun’s wan glint
yields to grasp of night—
terms of surrender, resolute.
Halfway round the compass rose,
paling rays summon fleeting
alpenglow, fading echo of
dwindling winter snow.
Copyright © Mark Peterson | Year Posted 2013
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