Monday, September 27, 2010
the first bird that sings
I am the first bird that sings at dawn.
I am the morning moon obscured in white clouds.
I am shadows dancing on the grass,
and wind swaying the trees.
I am abundant life for the senses
and warm gifts for the spirit.
All nature sings and round me rings
the beauty of early autumn.
Peace. Love, Linda
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