Autumn Morning
The sun forces her face through the dark morning sky.
The trees garner their new autumn garb.
Birds converse on the dry crunchy grass.
Lumbering cows meander behind the fences of barb.
The morning is anew and yesterday is gone.
Hot summer nights give way to a cool dawn.
My troubles are constant yet seem to fade away.
The crisp cool air makes it all OK.
Copyright © Darrell Hoover | Year Posted 2018
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