By J Ann Crowder
Set clocks forward
Ring all the bell chimes
Like morning alarms jump starting our human engines
This is how morning glory sings
Lifting up earth’s magic within frozen beds of mud
Rain comes, melting snow ridged pines, dripping onto daffodil ponds blossomed with gold
We breath new air as our senses awaken from a black Ravens night where dreams were made
As clocks spring forward, our dreams awaken upon the brining zest of new dawns
In unison with our hearts, pastel horrizons beat like harmonizing ocean waves and glittering strings on harps
Tis’ one eternal song
March 11th, 2017.
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