Dream
And quiet like a child's sadness
Born silent and alone
In the dusky town. . . Softly the clouds part into light pale as drying straw,
Blue, blue and yet again most blue
Colors of a day, drawn against a paper birch,
All white and bright as a new born lamb
Trembling on new spring legs
With mother close,
Copyright © Thomas Martin | Year Posted 2016
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