in the not quite light
the predawn mists mingled
with the shadows of the trees
hinting at today's possibilities while
the winds whispered of yesterday's dreams.
we shivered together,
children of the uncertainty.
will we dance today?
will the sun appear to warm us?
each day began like this
and we faced each day together;
flower and earth.
10/3/1991
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