THE SUN BEATS ITS DOWNWARD GAZE
The sun beats its downward gaze
Onto a spread-out garden,
Shimmering among the arrayed blossom,
With sultrily humid, sweat-inducing rays,
To break up the encrusted ground.
A resurrected form unbinds itself
From winter's hardening strictures,
Uncracks the crowded confines
In a stretched, yielding chrysalis
To emerge pristine of shape and hue
Into the burgeoning brightness
Of a gold-gleaming dawn.
Such...
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