Gold Sporks

Sunday, March 18, 2012

Sunday Morning

Here it comes, that moment when the world bursts forth
for it has touched the sun.
Dull, grey and lifeless once before,
a new day has begun.
The birds and dew and moistened earth
assault ears, skin and nose.
A waiting world poised and ready for
golden warmth these rays bestow. 



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