by Alicia Beckwith
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In morning sun diamonds shine
Twinkling in grassy line
Drops of dew reflect each bead
Of night’s cool dewy deed
As sky warms new day
Making light the way
Cresting hilltop’s grey haze
With its warming yellow rays.
Mists along meadows rise
Revealing details of what lies
In each furrow and glen
Every creek, every bend
Waking all that sleep
To what His day will reap.
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Alicia Beckwith is a local poet and has been writing poetry for four decades. Her poems have been published in book collections and magazines.
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