The earth stretches herself awake In a months-long yawn, Ebbing gently into the day of the year. The last hour of rest savored Under the warm cover of her Fall-gathered blanket and winter duvet: The last growth which drew out her strength Now restoring that energy against The riotous clamor of the pollen-drunk morning.
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