the Day After Yesterday

Today, I watch the dogs frolic.

As though, the mossy plot were brand new and clean.

As though, the earth below them were all it seemed.

Give sway!imageedit_61_9736030377

The elements recall it, a morn to a new day.

With piney cones gathered in moss.

And, fields asunder, haled and dressed.

With hunter’s revoked.

And, the moving wild…all about.

Unlike any other.

It is the first moment.

Of its kind.imageedit_58_8796020548

And, though, dew has succumb to frost.

And, the day’s journey still renewed.

Still I will not get lost.


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