6am
darkness
cold morning air
stillness
holding the whispers
from the woods
cats breathing
beetles drinking
sunrise following
a full moon
dusted by yawning clouds
fingers of cold air
touch our cheeks
blood red cardinals
flittering about
delicate harmony
fills our senses
completes our being
hip hip hurrah
another day
Sunday, January 11, 2009
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