NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Four

Well into April, the morning
is light pouring up from wet ground,
shining as tall ancient trees
which shone out silver and gold
across a newer world.
Now these lesser trees, though leafless
gleam bright in slanted day.
The willows glittering gold
above the cherries’ and maples’
ephemeral attire so bright
I have thus to shade my eyes.
Turning about in the warm spring day
remembering all the glory past
without speaking the ineffable names.

NaPoWriMo 2019 – Day Twenty-Four

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