A gray steel morning;
There's no mention of sunshine.
Then a beam breaks through.
Coffee roaster whirs,
Air is filled with the fresh scent.
Smell and sound combine.
Suspended in flight,
Pine cone has remained in place
For almost a year.
Berries in the bush
Burst out bright, hard and shiny--
Red beacons in gloom.
Old metal bench sits
Where nobody else will sit.
It has its own space.
Rolling up the road
Bright stripes follow the sunshine;
(Then they fade away).
Swelling and growing
Drawing life from the dead tree--
Fungus in fullness.
Abandoned shack's door
Opens to other windows--
Portals through portals.
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