Morning breaks slowly
Without hints of sun or clouds--
Only a promise.
Frost on the mullein;
Morning crow of the rooster;
Vanishing plane roar.
Smoke in the still air
Rises slowly, then is gone.
Only creek murmurs.
Thin mist of white frost
Forces the leaves to bow down
In supplication.
Bush of round brown puffs--
In Spring they were glowing white:
Flowers of Autumn.
Flashes of sunlight
Splash across the dim gray road;
Then they disappear.
Womb of the mountain
Gives birth to the sunlight
Between the dark trees.
Something through the woods
Races barely out of sight;
Echoes of rifles.
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