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Sonnet 869 by John Edwards

Sonnet 869

“Frost At Dawn”

Frost at dawn grows to sight

In crawl of slow December light

Grey then silver against the dark

Of cedars still locked in hold of night

Until conquered by low rise of sky

Frost at dawn is slight as mist cold as ice

Then gives way to creations of the day

Who cross its silent gleaming plain

That for a single hour ruled

The writing of the play

By John Edwards


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