Thursday, March 4, 2010
sunrise
It is beginning: sunrise, all of a sudden, much earlier as I leave for school - deep yolk stain on grave mounds of snow, crumbled into coffee-cake sugar boulders by the side of the road, ice dripped into fantastic frosting formations off roofs. Heard mourning dove for the first time, today. Air is softer - cold is giving way.
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I heard the first mockingbird yesterday. Couldn't believe its endless invention.
was that really a sun of a sunrise?
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