As I look
out into the morning light,
I watch as
the moon drifts slowly out of sight.
A light fog
drifts through the air,
As ducks and
geese take flight with flare.
Frost covers
the milky grass,
Setting to
sleep all the winged ones at last.
I look
through the trees and then beyond
Waves like
an arrow float across the pond.
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