sunrise through the sagebrush dry grass in the golden light the momentary lush vision of the end of night that tells me all shall be all right as i listen for the hush beneath the urge to rush beneath the rush to bite into the apple of the day into the words that people say the music of my breath the calm of life the calm of death the sunrise in my eye and miles to go before i die
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Nice one, O Sage of the Sagebrush!!
Oh, one of my FAVS! Sagebrush....hmmm, takes me home and transports. Sage and sunrise are such a beautiful combination.
Blessings,
~Wendy💜