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The Quality of Transitioning
Birds sound the wake-up calls, 

An opened door gives the view,

Of smokey clouds; still, unmoving,

Not like the pace 

Of morning into a new day. 

 More like the tree sillhouettes,

 Seeming to stay shadows,

Only they wouldn't; 

For a deliberate sun comes out,

To shine-up the greeness. 

 That  colour,  so much,

 A Caribbean sun loves. 

© gillena cox 2023

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Poetics: August Transitions

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