December’s cut, sun-up/
……………….winter’s day-bud.
Snow-bite/
…………….trees an avenue of bones/
…………….their last leaves
……………………..like skin leaving light.
………White,
……………a chain of wings/
………………………..a luminous edge.
Morning-song a ballad of glass.
……………….Silvery,
……………….day breaks
loose and ecstatic –
an open throat of notes/
…………………………………….a ghost.
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An avenue of bones. A chain of wings/ a ballad of grass. An open throat of notes. Magic.
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natures wonderful ways,,noted to oneself,,great visualisation ,,you are in the morning,,there within it
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Gorgeous images
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