Awake before the day, biting wind with a whisper and roar; In the first fire of morning, fog lifts like steam off the lake, the sun bends mountains, a growing light burns through life's clutter like kindling.
By Michele Burke
Photo: Eric FItzgerald
Sand Bar, VT, Frozen
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