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Led by Dawn Bringer
*Phosphorous, Morning Star, has overcome
night’s stellar reign and its *lunar embrace.
Awakening, I can hear nature’s hum
while *myriad flowers are showing their grace.
They *lilt in a breeze that’s beckoning me.
I follow a path worn and *serpentine.
Across some long grass on my way I see
two garter snakes *slither; round rocks they twine,
but brief is my fright. I’m anxious to get
to the place Dawn Bringer has called me to,
a spot that I never have tired of yet.
Like a billion drops of radiant dew,
clear water tumbles down in a *cascade
and trees around me shine emerald jade.
Copyright ©
Andrea Dietrich
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