Daybreak

Gold drips,
slips slow;
honey spilt along the horizon

glazing the curved backs of the mountains.

Slowly…

then all at once,

the sky melts;
tumbling
coming to rest on the crowns of firs

gathered below to catch the light with upturned branches
gently…
they filter it down
till it lands,
a dancing patchwork of gold and green,
on the soft forest floor,

and the world awakens
bathed
in liquid gold.

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