- sunrise 7 a.m. -
the two sheer, sharp, soft
hills were hidden
- swallowed -
by milky pearl billows of cloud
gone -
as though never there
and later
- sparkling -
in morning dew
& last night's rain remnants
- on sun kissed shoulders -
a single bright red
tree stood out
- somewhere
the first frost waits
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