Dayspring
With every peach-filled
rosy-gold dawn
every thunder-dark
break of day
the supple air
however saturated
and backlit
exhales hope.
Like birds
at the feeder
in rain or snow --
peering through
double-panes
to see who's here.
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Martha T. Terrell
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