Amid the pleading of the morning birdsong,
the waning moon offers the sliver a smile
and gently lifts
the night’s coverlet from the sun.
Lavender yields to crimson,
to amber, as the sun rises
warming the day
and roughly pulling
winter’s heavy blanket from my soul.
A Promise Kept
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