Sunrise whisks darkness
from the beckoning sky--
We sip bliss from
fresh daffodil cups,
reach out, pick up all the notes
of morning birdsong
gleaming like beads in the lilacs,
strewn in the dewy grass.
String them into
a chain of musical welcomes
to an Anything-Is Possible morning.
J. Pratt-Walter
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