It was summer twenty four hours ago
my skin is still burnished brown
the dawn sun ignites a signal lamp
and spells in code,
slow down.
My girth is too wide for embrace
but where my wisdom is kept
I am matriarch
alive among sapling and dead wood
I am old, as I am young again
Come closer, yes, closer
lean in
hear my autumn song.
a dawn bird
(In response to the RDP word, diametric)
A Shared Space 
I love this.
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Thanks Tracy! Glad you liked it.
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Wonderful lines Dawn, such a good read.
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Thanks Paul. Generous compliment!
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Worth it š
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