Another Day

A slow ,slow morning

carapaced with expectation,

lilted into life

by a Delius melody

billowing from the radio;

somehow right,

somehow apposite,

appropriate,matching

the myriad frost-hued windows

illumined by tentative

strokes of sunlight,

rediscovering

inexorably,

reinvigorating

its own promise.

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