1: Aubade

Cross grass
bruised brown by August

beneath sky
pearled with rain’s
forebirth

morning
freshens with sparrowchant
livens with leafbreeze

heaven silvers slightly
behind her cloudcurtain

and the workworld
wakes and walks
through weal and woe
through noise and news
through blight and blessing

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