Monday, March 9, 2009

The Morning Woke

The morning woke to fog and shades of sleep, the branching sky spoke softly in the east, and syrup laden sap surged forward like the clocks.
The maple and the mocking bird sang spring amidst the dawn, the robins mentioned there was work to do, and warm winds stirred among the daffodils.

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