The morn’ awaits


Toss quilting off

in forest reeds

of widows weeds 

and sobbing brooks

the scouring night has passed.

Listen – 

sunrise early patter 

splashes over raindrop pebbles,

melts quilting off of snowy mounds

the night is past

the morn’ awaits new laughter…

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