Gold punctuates dawn.
Bird bursts in celebration
no Ragnarok song.
Detritus pools gold.
The bite of winter’s herald
blasts two minds at war.
Pace punctuation:
4 dog trudges, 2 human,
breeds conversation.
Crimson spectrum bleeds
pastel blues, brightening moods.
Heartbeats crescendo.
Hot water, cold air
condenses Lake Accotink.
Smoke on the water.
Marching 2:1,
pace quickens after squirrels.
Odors tighten leash.
Breakfast beckons home:
bacon and eggs and coffee
with Crashing the Net.
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