by John Trent
Amber lamps
Glow in the morn
Deep purple wisps
On dark blue heavens
Waning crescent
Heavy the Southern sky
With silhouettes of pine
And fading early oak
Cardinal’s serenade
To the cicada’s choir
Diamonds distant
Upon the rising dawn
Slowly enveloped
By this island path
God grants solace
And takes my soul
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