Earth swaddled
in the bliss of moonbeams,
free from clocks
and all but gravity,

swathed in the gauze
of night wind’s song,
drinks the sweet elixir
of a new day’s dew.

Cat paw quiet,
the light of morning inches in,
turning off the dark
with shades of pink to gold.

The melody of a hermit thrush
in harmony with dawn’s symphony,
reassures the world…
The Maestro is not sleeping.

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