Thyme
As a strawberry sun rises
Changing clouds to cobalt
The coolness of the morn delights
Before the sun's assault
Thyme was in the herb garden
Before the sun arose
He brushed against Rosemary
Came away morose
The sun changed to clear radiance
Illumination bright
White clouds now are wispy fanbrushed
So still no kite takes flight
A few crickets chirp jiminy
Crows caw from their far perch
Other birds are silent, waiting
Nestled deep in their Birch
A dove coos in the distant woods
His coos a welcome sound
Other birds are silent as snow
When it floats to the ground_
Such a precious quiet time alone
A few minutes of repose
The the day of duty overtakes
With life's work overdose
Just a few minutes out on the porch
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