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I wake again
as dawn’s first train
runs screaming
through the darkness –
here I am
remember me
I lie awake
for moments then
as echoes of returning –
stretched to fill the distance
caught between
The morning air
much sweeter here –
not much is left of winter
already there are whispers
take me home
Twig and tail
of wing-ed gods –
tiptoe to the timbers
longing come of spring –
apprentice song
Trailing light
betrays the night –
dew in silence glistens
where fell the stars
remember me
as wishes
on the lawn