L C Vieira

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Morning Gifts - Poem by L C Vieira

Cold rain pounds at the window
blurring branches in the wind.

I slowly wake,
words
forming in my lashes
calling back
my tired pen.

A new bird stirs me
as I slip
beneath the light
of gifts,

the Morning Star
and His new day.

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Early Easter Morning

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Poem Submitted: Monday, April 1, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, July 26, 2013


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