tomfallon.-poems-3

On this first morning

	On this first morning before sunrise. I wake. Morning air unmoving over the dark lake. Water moving slow, quiet, breaking under hemlock. Stones in clear water. A bird squeals sweet in the trees. Quiet. Across the lake, dark hemlock. Water moving slow, quiet, over stones. On this first morning at the lake, dark mountain distant, grey sky distant. Water breaking. Sun rise, sky bluing, without sound. Morning air unmoving.

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