The light cascades in silky drapes to earth

the falling swirls of dusted twirls of sky

that flirts with shadows, bright and sudden shy,

and seems to dance in beamish streams of mirth.

A patchwork glow! a flame upon the berth

of cold and cooling shade that leaping, spry,

retreats into the trees where dark things lie

and now the way’s a day of lightly birth.

You wind each morning with your dawning clock

spreading wide your maker’s mighty arms.

Although we miss you in our rush and talk

you do not threat, or fear us with alarms.

And sometimes, gracious on an early walk

you raise our gaze to see your quiet charms.

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