tawny grasses contrast with the
pine forests behind us
it's early yet
and quiet
the shadows are still long
the buttons on my sweater are
opening now to the heat of the sun
when I wake in the dark
I have to remember this beauty
to rouse myself
the dog is waiting at the door
as I pull on my clothes
and grab the car keys.
when I feel the cold morning
on my face on the other side of the door,
I remember how this wakes
me up to beauty.
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