Day Comes

Margaret V.Doran

The day comes
unfolds quietly
raises a mist from the waters
hiding its birth
but it is alive

Before the mist clears
clouds blow in on the wind
and hover
eventually dropping rain
crying, ever crying

Above the clouds
the day is still there
and if night should come
before the clouds are spent
the day will come again

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Updated March 8, 2005
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