Soft morning’s lavish profusion of grace
Creeps though the window and kisses my face
From pink misty meadow against thinning dark
A minuet ripples of cricket and lark
Out on the skyline the woodlot is blue
The color of wishing and missing you
Triumph and heartache in mystic shades splay
Nobody knows which it will be today
Yesterday’s wheat field is nothing but stubble
Such is the yield of this life and its trouble
© Janet Martin
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