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Sandwiched between the
golden eye of the
streetlight
and the silver of
the morning sky.
See the reflection of
tall black pines on
the smooth
surface of
the mirror lake.
The distant mountains
stand on tip toe
to reach the
heavens
where misty clouds cry.
Dropping dew on the
meadows where grateful
blossoms
nod their heads
and sweet smiles make.
The air is alive with
the sound of ravens
searching
for breakfast
on the ribbon of road.
Promise of a good day
in all the beauty
surrounding
the perfectly
placed entry of my abode.
