(1951 / Cincinnati Ohio)

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A Warm Morning

In morning's hush
heat builds,
leaves glitter.

Into pure silver
dissolves the shade.

Birds are calling
winging it
to high, dark eves,
any place
where the tattered night
may hide

and seek retreat
from day's clear,
searing eye.

Submitted: Saturday, September 10, 2011
Edited: Saturday, September 10, 2011


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  • David Saltaire (12/24/2011 8:38:00 AM)

    This piece is wonderful. The imagery and the flow work together so well to create the feel of the day. Very well done, indeed.

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