All the riches
Of the morning sky
In a puddle
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All the riches
Of the morning sky
In a puddle
Be ye friend or foe
Two appendages of white
Season’s welcome ghosts
Cracking ice
Punctures the silence
Of empty streets
Springtime songs of
Geese, larks, and robins
Fill the morning air
Just beyond
The ear’s reach
A meadowlark
The swift sound
Of running
Water
Paper notice
On every shop window
Signs of the season
Shed winter layers
Bird’s song on the wind
Bare ground appears
Two crows
Cross the morning sky
Calling
Snow falling softly
Over quiet morning streets
The world at rest