Moments
Whip-poor-will incants
Phoebe insists
Sun rises
Chill air warms
Spring leaves
Glow translucently
Dew sparkles
Distant cows low
Breeze stirs
Then stills
All is still
This day
Of sunshine and greenery
Is about to begin
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2022-05-07 at 14:26
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