Waking To a New Day
Fiery Flames of mornings early light,
A lonesome bird caws, then soars in flight
An illuminated sky, streaked in strains of grey,
Harkening the advent of another day
Phantom clouds pause, slowly passing by;
Wistful trees, shedding their seasonal display,
Winter, is not far away
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