| Bosque Dawn |
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The
waking sun warms my back. It glows golden on stands of winter grass. The Black Mountains loom in the distance. Long skeins of snow geese flutter in the wind, like white satin ribbons. The gutteral calls of cranes rise from where they stand, Gray sentinels in the dawn, calling the watch. The timeless beauty warms my soul. Its peace glows golden in my heart. The ducks are all asleep. |