Summ(h)er
The sun lay,
hidden,
behind morning clouds,
the fields
and woodlands,
covered in mists,
of dawning shrouds,
and above,
the tapestries
of birdsong,
in the breathless hush
of a new day sky
I saw the wings
of summer,
as May kissed
the blossom
of Spring goodbye.
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