“When The Morning Comes” A poem by Raymond Roy #poetry

A deafening stillness... A scattering of stubborn stars shimmer, resembling sequins on a cocktail dress that should have been home, hours before. As dawn arrives, like ice crystals, the stars relent, slowly melting away for a days rest. A Cardinal’s silhouette appears in the sherbet orange daybreak. Boldly he bounds to the treetop and gives …

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