Pink dawn, snow, wind
grey dusk, dark snow, wind
first light, brisk, misty
golden sunrise, glorious blue
fireset, lavender, cold, crystal star glow
stillness, cold, cold, colder.
The power is down in the meadow
enveloped in the
morning's misty swirl
wrapped in beauty.
up and feeding now
they wait out the endless winter
on brown grass, sedge and willow
as death rolls in with every storm.
they teach us patience.
Taken from Buffalo Field Campaign newsletter
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