Dawn At Farm Pond
The thin skin of ice
that coats the brown stubble
crackles and splinters
like shards of glass
beneath my feet.
On trees and shrubs
necklaces of crystal beads
reflect the day’s new sun
in rainbow prisms
that dance beyond, to where
a peach and rosy sky
has been upended in
the honey-golden mirror
of the pond. and
feathered clouds, like
great white swans,
swim slowly from my sight.
I feel my breath come sharp.
These earth-bound eyes
fill up with tears,
that I’m allowed
such beauty, given free!
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