Beneath a blanket of frost I lay
Unwilling to break the frozen spell Pre-dawn air rouses me to play I feel my heart begin to swell The sky alights in a fine display Smudging peaks with shades of joy Katabatic winds blow my cares away The sun creeps in, slow and coy My most beloved time of day Simplicity in its highest form Whatever else may come my way I shall carry the magic of the dawn
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I am a conservation field worker in New Zealand. I love mountains, sunrises, river swims, barefeet, cold beer, campfires, live music and whiskey. Archives
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