Morgenwind

for now I write of morning’s wind
and it’s breathing in the boughs
waking as it doth,
the world from slumber
‘fore even does the sun arouse.
each treetop shakes a yawn asunder
and seems to stretch its fingers high
as into day,
the woods aliven
greeting dawn that paints the sky.

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