Poetry

Came the Dawn Trotting

morning, morning. came the dawn trotting
spongy over the mellow turf with dew.
and then the warmth raised the mist to sip it
and quenched were the night’s dark candle
and the morning’s thirst.

dancing, dancing. came your love calling
darling for the easter of your heart.
and then the sun sang the day to course it
and sown were the earth’s new life
and your thunder: yes.

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