Sonnet 922 By John Edwards
- ACLD
- May 1, 2020
- 1 min read
Sonnet 922
“First Light”
Soft as a kiss from space
First Light upon a cedar falls
As thrush and hawk, swallow and eagle wake
Then descends each glowing branch
A god on golden steps
The forest floor again to seek
With warm increase
First Light in sweet embrace
Brings new life to every lowly bud and leaf
By John Edwards
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