Up early

I see the gray

ribbon of dawn flowing

through the garden.

Fog still shields

the bushes' round sleep

while trees

push up the sky

and step forward to claim

their accustomed space.

In the grass, grown

long overnight, a brief

ripple of wind.

No squirrels yet,

but the first bird

opens the day -

full of surprise.

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