The sky’s grey blanket thins
but the shadows under elms are dark and shifting
Soon my countenance will greet
the sun’s brute cheerful honesty
opening like daylily blooms ablaze
But for now I stay enveloped
in the gentle muted mystery
lingering with the quiet primrose night
Nice!
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Very whimsical. Lovely.
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