first bright of morn


first bright of morn
bird song-reborn
crisp cool April air
sun out alls fair
trees begin to green
wind a breathy clean
sky a bluest dream
clouds a neutral sheen

and never will I wake
with a heartache
so help me God
thank you for the stars
a window into time
that rights the wrongs in rhyme
to sight the smallest kind
with the love of happiness expressed
upon the rhythm of your heart in mine.

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