she is naked at dawn

when i run toward the dawn
wind burning my lungs
concrete under my feet
walls of mist parting before me
i smell the earth living
i inhale the earth waking
nature silently turning
toward my labored breathing
and her unadorned joy lifting me easily upward
steam for the new day and i taste her on my lips
tendrils of green shadow
wet woods barely touched by light
the whispering stream uncurling last night’s harmonies
i’m not alive until she wakes me


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