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Dawn

by Nancy Clark
You wake and run your fingers through your hair

as strokes of early light comb boldly through

the full, high-towering stands of pines and poplars.

Peel-of-lemon shine in tingling strokes

will brush the spiders' threads, the bluebirds' wings,

touch the ripples on the lake and sculpt

the heron's shadow. Now you rise and yawn.

Come, linger in the feel of Southern dawn.


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