Fragility
Along the rim of morning’s muted gray
A slow persistent pouring rain ensues
Somewhere an owl unfolds his feathered wings
And soars away to hide from light of day
While ever graceful loons glide on the lake
It seems a summer breeze has turned a page
While softly whispering in wondrous tone
What is more beautiful then June’s fair grace
If not the mist and tumbling rain that turns
The flowers into lovely colored gems
As early summer takes the place of spring
Here in the lilac scented silence hums
My joy, charmed by the splendor of you
The fragile magic of a day in June
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By rainspirit
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