This morning the alarm is distant
I wake in the dark
and the cool breeze
flits through aspen leaves
a bird calling out in the pre-dawn
silhouettes of trees, houses,
fencelines and garden trellises
as the sky warms to shades of
periwinkle, lavender and rose,
a mourning dove calling out "Who, who?"
repeating her endless query.
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