April 15, 2011 by Employee of the Fukin Month
The moon fades from a silvery blue to a powder white.
The once dark world folds from black to bright.
Dew drops collect on the blades of grass beneath my feet.
Shivers of cold rise up my spine.
The sun is now ascending,
Spreading specs of light that enhance and shine.
I breath in the musky air,
It’s filled with hints of honey, lavender, and pear.
The light from the sun rises higher now,
And the tips of the trees begin to whisper wow.
Warmth cascades throughout the valley,
Followed by the birds chorus as the ultimate finale.
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