Even Here

sunrise over the hills
strong gold blinding my eyes
the wind benign, limpid
sky, underlit delicate clouds
tide full in, the water pushed
and fluttering

even here in these scoured
wind-oppressed lands, of
sodden peat and bald hills
there is unbelievable beauty
in the morning
when the sun climbs over the rim

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