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Pale gold light ends night

Here in this fragile silence

Frosty morn is born

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The vast universe

Beautiful, improbable

Here I am, breathing

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Raindrops on the roof
cuddled up in the blankets
time for relaxing

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Swirling and rushing

raking my cheeks with the cold
whirlwind of leaves

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Glancing knife of sun
cuts my sight with white on black
crow’s beak, wings in flight

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The fallow garden

Lies brown and crisp, dry and cold

Beginning its sleep

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Sitting with my friend;

Sweater to fur, paw to palm

Purring together