Away, away, ebbs break of day
Dawn’s newest nuance flows
Its height of bloom soon wooed away
Like petals from a rose
How soon, how soon the afternoon
Folds up its gleaming fan
And fills the shadows with a tune
Of catch-me-if-you-can
A-tsk, a-tsk, the brooding dusk
Is like a clucking hen
She spreads her wings over her chicks
And draws them home again
© Janet Martin
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