Morning Walk

Each morning is the same,

And each is different.

I arise, usually without prompting,

To shower, shave, dress;

To start coffee,

Leash the dogs,

And leave for our

Morning walk.

Now the light

Softens the eastern horizon

With pastels of

Orange or pink or yellow.

Now browned oak leaves shuffle

At my toes.

Now time rests

Then proceeds.

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