when i woke this morning
the ground lay thick with leaves

a life incredible, vivid, excellent.
when i woke this morning
the ground lay thick with leaves
the autumn mists hang ghostly white
as sunrise burns away the night
i looked out the bathroom window one morning and caught the neighbour’s cottonwood tree all a-quiver in the blush of the morning sun. every golden leaf shimmered spangle-like as the tree thrilled to the whispering wind; i thought my heart would burst with beauty. the hedge across the field is slow to turn at first.…
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