Long awaited from her time in the hole,She arrives crisp and proper,
Clean and ready for the day.
Lillie's and magnum fields,
Sway gently in her wake.
And just once more you see her take a bow.
Gathering moss retreats,
Like front line of defense.
She trains the locks of new found hair,
Follicles bristle with brush,
Consensus is coiffed delight.
And small makes way for the big.
Copyright (c) Robyn Whittaker. 2011.
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