While walking beside a frozen marsh,
The sunrise reveals the world awakened.
Found some small paw prints, left from the night,
Recorded movements left frozen this morn.
Sunrise reflection pink crystalline frost,
Remnants of cornstalks on harvested field.
Seeds missed by combine’s sharp threshing machine,
Food for the pheasants that feed in the night.
Smoke from the farmyard drifts upwards this morn
White bones of ash trees cut up after storms.
Clouds on horizon threaten tonight
Temperature falling blizzard in sight
Home to black coffee brewed early morn
Crisp smoky bacon, eggs fried in a pan.
Wheat toast and jelly sweeten the morn
Simple life in country, so happy I’m here.
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