Poem – Fall, Minnesota

The cold morning greets
weary eyes with

a faint glowing horizon
the moon, and Orion’s stoic stance.

A northern Minnesota sunrise
across the corn fields.

Each stalk blazing orange
as the wind scatters fallen

leaves, milkweed seeds, and
yesterdays newspaper.

Ravens are waiting atop
the whispering pine trees.

The frosty ground crunches
as head into the woods.

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