Sunday, March 2, 2014

A silent dawn; I could not sleep
so watched the light grow on the trees
The sky was pale; the trees were still
all watching pale light sky to fill
All waiting there and motionless
Did they know something I just guess?
The trees stood tall and did not stir
nor ask where absent colours were
But waited as they always do
until they gold against the blue.

And I sit by my fireplace
and wait for someday sun on face

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