The ground was slumbering
Beneath your chilly wrapping
Absorbing the sun's bounty
Fiery energy sapping;
Obscuring sky and horizons
Lying heavy in the vale
Smothering the morning
Cradling hill and dale;
An exact moment arrived
With sufficient time spent
Which lifted your gloomy shroud
Made your clouded grasp relent;
And, like shy actors
Becalmed in creative rage
The submerged valleys glories
Entered upon the stage;
We had not misplaced
What sunny wavelengths yield
Once again tree and green slope
Are openly revealed;
The heights of the day
Upon our fortunes riding
Gave them back to us
They were only hiding.
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A lovely poem with vivid imagery. I enjoyed the read.