Clean slate sparkles in wake

Scented breath

Lacing the early lush meadow grandeur

In modulating gentle gush


Birds chirp in lofty chorus

Inspiring soul beyond limits

Kites floating effortlessly within prominent aura

Cast upon the clear expansive sky crisp


No care accosts the heart

When the morning comes



Stroke of time shifts back to manufacturer’s setting

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And who knows what could happen

Seasons and moments come calling all over again

Magnanimous gesture transcending all barrier

Stirring hope

Big and better in kindred fashion

There is love peace and joy in the air


In a marvel of bountiful miscible portions

Now that morning has come


©The Blazing Trail 2016

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