Day 276: Dawn
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look, my love,
how rosy hues rise up from the east
and bathe the sky
in persimon and peach.
the long, violet shadows
that moments ago
disguised us
in cimmerian silence,
grow smaller
and closer to our feet,
where we might,
with giant steps,
surpass them.
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look, my love,
how i can see you, now
by this light of morning,
where the air is jubilant and glass
because it has no doubt
that the promise
of this day
is.
we
boned,
scraggle-branched,
and unadorned trees
have blended too long
into the earthen clay,
and do now declare our height,
blazing out from ember ash
as the sun jumps up
to meet us.
look, my love,
how the bud does pop
within the branch.
still bound by dulled and dusted bark
but auspicious,
like chicken skin
that is pledged a feather.
i know, my love
that spring is coming,
and with it,
all the verdant verve we are
and have within us.
with every dawn,
we are closer come
to color.
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