Too Early for Words
In the quiet of the morning
in the ease of rest refreshed
with the stillness stillness still
and the dawn God blessed
the spiders have spun a yarn
the dew has bathed it in peace
when all’s uncertain and true
and night has started to cease
there are no found words to speak
there are no new chores to do
verse has failed me yet again
and left me alone to stew
all is forgotten in fog
all too gone to pray a prayer
the unseen is left best that way
and rhyme is nostalgia there
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