Stug Jordan - Prelude

Lucky is the rain,
For its concealment is sublime,
When absorbed by openness
And rid of counterparts;
Suckling the night’s shade
In dry, warm fields.

Happy is the sun,
As crystal shivers blossom
In breath-held, bright mornings;
Pondering the shade,
As the sibling frosts
Nip each other’s toes.

Stug Jordan

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