Posted in 52 Sunrises, Bad poetry
Posted on by iamlenise 
Standing in the delicious chill, early morning fleeing elsewhere
Grey dawn overhead, hot mug in hand
Birds worshipping the new day, squirrels restless with play
Awake, awaken, awakening, I am.
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