Grandmother’s Dawn

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Twining tendrils emerge from
Ancient memory gnarled roots
Calling dawn cycles from yesterday
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Soft pearling light brightens
Drifting behind her attention
To the West old comfort lingers
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Grandmother’s feet sink deeply
Into vernal softened earth
Gravity whispers please stay
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Bear … 03.21.2015
ⓒBearspawprint2015
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