Morning has broken
the sun sneaks up
peeking out over the
show covered mountains
conquering the clouds and the mist
light dances through the trees
gently warming
cold air
the smoke lingers
from many a wood stove
blurring the
visage of the trees
and tickling my nose
the horses
take flight
leaping
and kicking with the joy
of a crisp winter morning
the day is here
can God come out to play?
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