Winter sunrise

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Walking through the

Forest; dark verdure,

Gnarled fingers working

Phthalo clay.

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I exhale, admiring the

Pearl-shrouded purity,

That frozen moment before

An in-drawn breath.

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High above me

A hawk rides the sunlight,

Splayed tail ablaze;

Luminous amber, rust-red.

hawthorne Lake.

I soar upward, yet sink inward…

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Back on earth, now,

I continue along my path

With a renewed appreciation

Of the unfathomable.

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