Morning in the Pacific Northwest
I wander the peaceful predawn streets
of a small mill-town among the evergreens,
stopping to listen to the sweet, pure sound
of silence as its residents sleep.
Feathered heralds begin to paint the gray
with welcoming songs of joy and hope,
as nocturnal creatures tuck themselves in,
hiding from the brightness to come.
The sun creeps slowly from its bed,
and dawn gently kisses the landscape.
Like a beautiful lover, its tender caress
gradually rouses a brand new day.
Clarity grows in strength and purpose,
adding anticipation in waves of definition,
building to a glorious moment of release
when sunshine erupts over the hills.
The world is bathed in color and light
as morning flowers turn, exposing themselves
without shame to the sun’s life-giving rays,
standing strong amidst the sparkling dew.
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