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Roving  In the Presence of Dawn

The sweet scent of wood on the air.
The dawning of another day. When nature's
Escapades begin UNWRAPPING in this
November woods.

Searching for the first of a burst of a
Brand new HORIZON GREETING a fading night
Roving over crinkled leaves newly fallen

The MAJESTY OF DAWN
KICKING up my heels on this juvenile MORNING
I feel the immaculate presence of nature
From miles around.

A hallowed log with early morning squirrels
Seeking TREASURES for their TROVES.
Keeping on my best QUIETNESS I VISIONED the
Boiling star take the sky. What a GOLDEN treat.

With slivers of PURPLE shades and simmering
CRIMSON BOLD.  A sunrise New and gold.
I WITNESSED THE flaring HORIZON as. I ventured
Forward.  Gently uncovering a NEW BORN
TRANQUIL DAY.     BY VAL BROOKLYN ROGERS


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