Joseph Coyle

(Brooklyn, New York)


I woke upon this misty day as early spring
Is dawning, to lyrical enchantment, that
Enriched my soul this morning.
My feathered friends that grace this world
Melodic in their crooning, now sit in trees
Of emerald green majestic in their pruning.
The sun has spread its golden rays and
cleared our land of evening haze
as squirrels frolic in the grass.

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