NATURE Poem: Mountain Morning, by Bill Simmons

Darkness over the ferns
And rocks along the brook
Where the fishes swam deep
In cold water running to meadow
Where sunlight was beginning;
The first swallowtail wings
Opening on scarlet thistles,
As tree frogs quieted their songs;
A lone cricket began to sing.

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