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Spring’s Morning

I gaze out of my window

Fresh frost upon the ground

The air is chilled and all is still

I hear no spoiling sound

A spider's web, it glistens

Adorned with drops of dew

It sparkles as the dawning light

Comes softly shining through

A thrush awaits upon a branch

He listens for the sound

Of breakfast as it moves with stealth

Upon the frosted ground

A sparrow lands beside him

And looks for crumbs below

The remnants of the crusts of bread

That every day I throw

I feel a peaceful settling

As I gaze upon this scene

So quiet, yet so living

So soft and so serene

I think of how life used to be

Before she went away

I've seen this view so many times

This start of spring's day.