Into the grey…
Out of the night
into the early,
the morning,
the cold,
the lifting dark,
and fading dawn
and grey,
the first nod,
of daffodils,
hints at rain
and spring,
for the daughter
of summer
still sleeps
amongst the silence,
dreaming
of kisses
of sunlight,
and the opening
birth
of May.
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