Kindred

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Kindred

A Sonnet by Michele Habel-Coffey

On the morning dew rest the tired clouds

Weary mists impervious to the blades

Of sharpened green to which they are now shrouds

Fair cousins, vapor, liquid, in the glades

Chance weather gives to them a moments’ touch

Before the bitter sun will force them ‘part

They linger for a time defying much

Water upon water, spirit, heart

To the ground and sky cruel heat does beckon

And to their places each must fall within

Their substance is the same where they are reckoned

But form defines their purpose and their whim

Life-giving waters wait upon the weather

Hoping once again they’ll be together

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