Early Morning, Still Dark

Stars, crowding the sky,

dropping silver,

a soft, cool wind

drifting across high tree arms,

cajoling them into

gracious dips and waves

leading a country choir

in a song to Glory-

stirring a joy in my bone-

in my breaths-

in my heartstrokes-

that my mind can not name.

 

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