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Early Spring

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As the sun sets
Soft blue fades
to gold dust
The horizon aches
for the crescent moon
to fall into her
heavy arms
The stars eagerly await
their turn
to paint their way
across the sky
The last robin redbreast sings
But just for a moment
He’s early
Spring’s still coming
Dust and quiet and cold
still rule the nights
and some days
Naked craggy limbs
still stark against the sky

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Written in the southern New Mexico desert

 

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