from the valley floor
i watch as the first
green-gold rays
a hint of glory to come
burst victoriously from
behind blue mountains
capped with blinding white
in the distance
dim and barely heard
the crow of a rooster
lowing of cattle
snowbirds begin
their daily hunt
searching for seeds
berries to break nights fast
overhead eagle wheels
silent in brightening sky
the clouds now rosey
with morning
eyes focused on the river
hoping to spot the first
seabound salmon
coyote barks her last
song of night
gathers her brood
and sleeps
horse whickers and blows
stamps hooves
on crystalline snow
breath clouds of steam
which freeze, sparkle falling
quail thunder
from beneath sage
escaping, threatened
by my proximity
elk grazing nearby
in oatfields unconcerned
know, today,
i do not hunt
daybreak breeze
whispers through naked
branches of spring trees
sends them trembling
as with cold
scatters powder snow
from evergreens
reminds me
i walk alone
but not Alone…
i sing a song
of renewal, worship
and dream
of a cup
of cocoa
and home
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