Morning Masterpiece

I stepped out my door into a masterpiece—

the strength of morning blurred

by hovering, airborne water;

the trees still sleeping,

not yet wakened by the wind;

the sunshine warming white to gold,

lamp-like among the leaves;

the birds waking and taking up

their daily song again.

I closed the door on the realms of men,

and sat for a while inside

a breathing portrait of peace.

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