Awaiting the Sun

Remember, the fallen leaves
in the frail end of the day,
must settling on the senses
like slowly falling snow,
as autumn makes it’s play.

Remember the darkened eve
stalking the faltering sun,
lifted then vanquished rays
as the new night prances
upon the embers of a day.

Dream of the new born spring
taking back it’s recast crown,
filling morn with nascent dew,
strength growing by the clock,
chasing old and frigid cold away.

Come, my king, the leafy bough
and larking bird in bright song,
regain the day full brought high.
Fill me with your brand new joy
bringing forth your spring bouquet.


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