Unfolding
Amid the asters in the autumn dawn
Still slumb’ring on a sylphid maiden fawn
Her legs yet new begin to wake and bend
Lo, lured to life by mother’s loving tend
E’er grows in strength 'til they can leap & spring
Yoked nevermore to youth this yare yearling
This was an acrostic poem I wrote for a coworker as a Christmas gift. She was a newer employee that though new with her skills was becoming very competent.
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