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Let the distant foghorn

fade

While songbirds chatter us awake

Let fiery chariots of the east

reflect

On gray expanses

Of opaque glass ocean

Let all who will

awaken

Wipe the sleep from rested eyes

Feel each sore muscle

ease

Into damp clothing

As a fire crackles in the stove

Let morning come

Let the gentle

Rumble

Of a passing boat

Drift away into distant sunshine

Let pink clouds

part

allowing golden light

to pour

Over fallen leaves

let dances of shadows

reveal rustling of diurnal creatures

As they begin

To discover new promises

Let morning come

Let the hum and bustle

Of day workers

Begin

As they gossip

Another boat in

They mingle their banter with

The song of the ferry

Let crisp cool air

Alive with salt sea fragrance

Awaken every pore as we hike along

A new day

Let morning come

To the tides of the bay

The ripple of wind

Over grassy meadows

To the trusting blossoms opening again

Their petals

To see life hidden underneath

Azure platforms

Perceiving watery diffuse light

To the gliding of the seal the eagle

The wide eyed doe

Let morning come

The days are summer long

Softening into evenings

outlined

By crimson sunsets

Bringing in the brightness of

A thousand stars

A bonfire

The island will slowly take off its colors

Put them away into cedar chests

Retreat into patchwork quilt rest

Counting on tomorrow

Knowing all who trust in sleep

That morning will come.

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