Scowling Morn
Ink
the daytime sky
Threaten
the naked forest
with your angry Scowl…
Banish
the persistent prongs of sun
Linger
in the black eye
of the on coming storm…
Your bluster will not daunt the
trill of bird song, bright messengers of spring
for all that’s fresh and new will still abide.
Revel
intense in the depth of borning
Stir
the broth of
nascent swamp and glen
Bring
with abandon the bounty of rain.
End
joyously in
the persistent prongs of sun.
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2011
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