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Jun 2017
Nearly yellow, slightly grey
almost but not quite
a breaking of day

The sun so shy
a little coy
and I'm curious.

under the covers of a
restless Moon
resting,

next in line
it's
Sunshine time.

Pink fingers
that scratch at the sky
from
a lady of leisure
that's passing on by.

I try to take this in
pin it to a memory
and
tag it with
' the majesty '

Pinks then dodging blues
confuse this
puffing
billowing cloud
and
I bow to this beauty
before saying  aloud
'Good morning'
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  68/Here and now
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