THE MORNING SILENT
BUT FOR THE SONG
OF A MORNING DOVE
SO SILENT ONE HEARS FEATHERS
THAT DROP
AS SHE SHAKES
OFF MORNINGS DEW
THE MORNING WITH ITS
AIR
THICK
SO THICK
ONE MIGHT SPOON IT
SCOOPING OUT DEEP CHUNKS
LETTING THRU
THE LIGHT OF A NEW DAY
A SILENT MORNING
SO VACANT OF SOUND
ONE HEARS THE HUM
OF A BREEZE
AS IT WHISPERS
PAST
TALL BLADES OF GRASS
THAT HANG HEAVY
WET WITH DEW
THIS SILENT MORNING
VACANT OF SOUND
ONE HEARS
THE BEATING OF
BIRDS TAKEN WING
AS ONE
CHASES THE OTHER
CUTTING THROUGH
THE DAMP, THICK
MORNING AIR
jSWEPTSON
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