Natures Yawn
A hazy mist or morning dew scatters in the foreground
Unsighted but audible songbirds begin to chant stoking up the dawn.
The night is the governesses which now fade in its shadows
submitting to the streams of light from nature’s early yawn.
Icicles drip, earth spins, everlasting time in motion while
life’s festivities end but preserved roots begin again
Copyright © Douglas Pederson | Year Posted 2019
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