a poem a day, more or less — The Gladdest Thing

http://thegladdestthing.com/

    Song

    Morning opened
    Like a rose,
    And the snow on the roof
    Rose-color took.
    Oh, how the street
    Toward light did leap!
    And the lamps went out.
    Brightness fell down
    From the steeple clock
    To the rows of shops
    And rippled the bricks
    Like the scales of a fish,
    And all that day
    Was a fairy tale
    Told once in a while
    To a good child.

    –Donald Justice

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