Winter morning

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Winter morning, early.

To the east,

the sun shines low through the forest

transformed by last night’s rain

droplets on leaves

A thousand prisms

glinting, sparkling, twinkling

welcoming me

Into this day

 

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Published by Bill Pigott

Now an octogenarian, privileged to live in a log house in a forest clearing on a rural 5 acre block near Berry NSW, observing a rainforest in transition, being grounded and connected to an amazing space

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