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Dawn Uncovers
A damp sky softly falls to earth.
Chilled gray webs tremble
as dawn parts its spidery threads.
Squirrels peep through the day-break.
A black crow shakes an iridescent rainbow
off glossy wings.
A geranium in a terracotta pot
unfolds a carmine face.
Lately I have risen before the day.
I have watched how the Goddess
undresses only to choose a new costume.
This morning She is silver
in a shadow-glow, Her slippers are puddles
where pearls are scattered -
all still too deep to be reached
by mortal hands.
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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