Morning has slipped

Morning has slipped her fingers under the skin of the sky and lit it with fire and ice. The sweat from the storms still glistens upon the world. Air has taken on a hint of earth mixed with the freshness of a day dreaming of heat. And I, have found my way to a chair, mug in hand, to watch blackbirds dance in the weeds.

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