It was morn,
The light was just a breakin’,
And the wind
Bent the blades
Of grasses new green and dewed.
The Renewed,
Spring revives
The lives in winters dark thrall,
A bird call,
Flowers bloom,
Spring breezes scent my dwelling,
The smelling,
New life begins remaking.



Gloom
to old Poetry

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