The Blue Eyes of Morning

and the blue eyes of morning blink

closing shut

upon the still desolation

of harsh winter storms

frozen shut

tears flowing


crystal streams streaking


upon the pale face of sorrow


how the unpigmented landscape shrieks

as the warmth of spring entreats


once more

the rivers to run unimpeded

and the garish tint of rose

to return to its anemic cheeks

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