During the falling of leaves
‘tween dusky Angelus
and the bursting Sun
I think of you
Last prayers to rising
Heavy lids through dreams
Slippers to alarms
I think of you
Sinking to waking
Vixen’s cry to cockerel
Off to switch on
I think of you
‘neath covers to suits
cotton to linen
cocoa to coffee
I think of you
I think of you
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