Today's word is "aubade" ... A song greeting the dawn.
Neverend
White and silent is the snow,
that falls without surcease,
Spring will come one day, I know,
to end this endless peace.
All around are beings, grey,
who've too much winter born,
They gaze abjectly at the day,
hear no aubade, forlorn.
This, most difficult of times,
Will fade into the past,
When sun begins its upward climb,
And warmth returns, at last.
Anne Selleck
Copyright 2014
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