Best Eastward Poems

The okra in the garden is green,
The dew awaits the first sunray.
Spring blesses the world with bliss,
And everthing is lively and gay.
A constant fear of autumn's arrival that  
Would make leaves and flowers decay.
A myriad of rivers rush eastward to the sea,
And flow back...

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Eyes eastward
horizon still
pale light 
quivering
above dawn's rim...
Blink twice -- 
a majestic band
wondrous-red
mounts
o'er dewy rooftops
~ dawning
    of a day's creation...

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