i find a drizzly morning
to be comforting
in the early hours.
to hear hoots
and callings
of dissipating night birds,
their voices adorned
and beaded
by a dewy falling;
it is a simple peace.
an eyeful of grey
but with the inner weavings
of brightly colored warm yarn
makes a weathered traveling coat
for a searching soul.
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