The Morning Season

The sky sings of flocks of geese amassing
Feathered arrow aimed at day’s twilight
Even sunlit clouds break up for their passing

Rivers change their garb, no more ice glassing
Over Spring’s sequestered treasures hid from sight
The sky sings of flocks of geese amassing

Gone the blankets for the bears a-sleeping
While trees begin to dress to meet the flight
Even sunlit clouds break up for their passing

Softer than a breath the air is asking
Earth to awake gently from its night
The sky sings of flocks of geese amassing

Buds lift up their faces and start laughing
Stretching toward the sky they look so slight
Even sunlit clouds break up for their passing

Don’t miss the Spring, a morning moment’s flight
The break of day ends the fast of night
The sky sings of flocks of geese amassing
Even sunlit clouds break up for their passing

dVerse prompt is the Villanelle. A poem of 19 lines. 5 tercets, 2 quatrains, and 2 refrains. It took a long time.

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