Gold rays break across
the ice-glazed lake,
gilding snowbanks,
pine sway,
and your face-
sleep-laden,
awakened by
the sudden drench
of fresh light.
It’s alright.
Dawn ignites
the world
indiscriminately,
flipping on
bird song and
consciousness
effortlessly as we
flick a light switch.
Here comes the sun.
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