Awakening

too early an awakening:
reflex breath sears sharply in;
shivers of cold
shivers of damp
grounded in vapour
rising in beauty;

a white mist, drifting slightly
off the open common land
beneath a breathless empty sky
in slanting pale sunlight;
if we can stand up on the dijk,
embankment, levee, all is clear:

clarity in fall, autumn at its best.

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