6am

The fog wisps across
Goldenrod blanketed hills
Blurring morning’s sun

Dandelion fluff
Dampened by morning’s dew
Resembles a wet cat

A red sumac
Dressed in brilliant scarlet
Arrives a bit early

The morning fog
Blurs your silhouette
As you walk away

So talk to me, baby ...

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