Waking before dawn in the dusk of the year,
I see bare cottonwood limbs reaching toward a cold, gray sky.
I see the newly-risen sun burning away
the mist that shrouds the earth.
I see the frost disappearing
from the golden leaves which blanket the ground.
And the winged silhouettes that rise above the lake,
which shimmers silver at first light.
There is more beauty to be seen in this world
than one man can attend.
I am drawn by the desire to stop to take in the scene,
but I quicken my pace to discover
what new wonder awaits around the next turn.
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