Dawn & other stuff
By P.B. Phillips

Dawn

 

360 degree dawn, blow-torched the sky alight.

Cloud, wind, and atmosphere, perfect, just right.

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Ollie and I, alone to behold.

Purple, russet, and deepest liquid gold.

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God performs one of his best party tricks.

You missed it, you lazy lay-a-bed hicks.

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Winter

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Come now winter

Come now please

Come now strike

The leaves from these trees.

 

Seedless be the fruit

Empty be the boughs

Poisoned be the roots

Pointless, are the ploughs.

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See the dawn

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Dear Cedric will you stop

Consider the path you follow

Be of a heart to draw breath

Sit, rest a little, and wallow.

 

Dear Cedric I beg you to stop

Consider, the effect you wrought

Be of a mind to assess options

Sit, rest a little in thought.

 

Dear Cedric will you stop

Consider, they will bitterly mourn

Be of a heart to breathe

Sit, rest a little, await the healing dawn.

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