The sky is brushed with indigo, lime green
pale yellow, and cornflower blue.
Grey-trunked pines rise up to spindly heights,
cloaked in their ever-present green.
There is eternity in the air above the houses,
the interstate, the capsules of cars in the cold.
The sun cuts a brilliant effigy as it casts its infant glow
across the rolling hills of red clay, sand, and withered grasses.
Streams of incandescent light pore through the magnolias and the live oaks
-fingers of epiphany that beckon me with a knowing wink.
There is a stillness to it all, a calm.
The earth sighs gently as the day begins to break open.
Beautiful.
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