AN EARLY MORNING WALK
I walked in the early morning mist,
A northern breeze becoming brisk.
Leaves in the middle of the trail,
Whirling corpses of last years veil.
Like a manic, dancing clown,
Lifting up then crashing down.
Rose again and blew away,
Into somber woods of gray.
I heard the loons on the lake,
Eerie, melancholy cries did make.
Waiting for the sun's first glare,
Eastern ripples, shining there.
The mist dissolved, faded away,
Like nightmares given up to day.
The morning quiet now suspended,
My early morning walk was ended
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AN EARLY MORNING WALK
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