THE DAY

THE DAY

The day begins; with chilled and grey; but my herat will wake happy just for you.

Quiet as the flowers; in this first grey hours, so my heart will wake happy just for you.

NOTE:Published By:  The National Library of Poerty in an atghology titled:  "Dance".  (Sept. 1996)

also has been published in City Weekly June 2011 issue.