Early, and the day begins to breathe
on blushing clouds,
sighing on a thousand tiny webs
glittering in the wet air.
Hungry to vanish in tall grass
and muddy track,
I ease into the presence of the woods,
deep and complete.
On the creek, I fade
into sand, sedge and water,
in the sanctuary of the morning.
One small owl,
veiled in cinnamon shadows
watches, motionless and alert.
I look away to settle him.
Dark places lament an unfaithful sun,
ancient trees gone sharp and gray.
remember curtains of green
Cold, I whisper to myself for company.
and the last of the withered leaves fall
Keywords: Suwannee Wildlife Refuge Poem
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