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          Equinox

The sun is up but still low in the east,

Flowing through the tops of Shorndean trees

With gentle warmth to melt away the mist.

The sun is up.

 At the water's edge the wavelets ease

Themselves onto the beach, a single twist

White-edged, before they sink and softly tease

The shingle; empty deck-chairs quite insist

It's not too soon to simply  sit and seize

This turning point to summer's coming bliss.

The sun is up.

Brian Hick March 2011

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