EARLY MORNING
The sun hangs
low in the sky
Spreading its
mellow light
And thrusting
long shadows
Across the land.
A small hill
topped with trees
Rises like a
castle
From a
surrounding moat of mist
That hovers over
the still sleeping fields.
Above, the
palest of blue skies
Barred with
silver clouds
Promises a fine
day.
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