day 59

sun rises over the marsh
bathing it in amber glow
what was once just brown and green
is now overrun by color
filling the air with the fragrance
of spring’s blossoms;
flocks of geese fly by
in loud discussion
while in nestled in The trees
lives musical conversation
all helping me to wake
as i wind my way home.


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