Touching shyly
Blending to the palest of grey
An unhurried harmony
being re - birthed again and again
Light to dark
Night into day
A slow chant
Intoning the same melody
A swelling serenade chorusing
In the break of day
And giving the night repose
As God would have it be.
Linda Carter Brown
September 14, 209
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