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Daybreak, a new illumination
Night whispers goodbye
as Venus lights the sky
My celestial companion kissing my window
I breathe
Seeking my own inner radiance
before the day’s illusions break the spell
The scenery is losing its bleakness
The tough alloy of the dead season
surrendering to the still fragile newborn
I taste the softness of the new dawn
The air a crisp green apple
My breath white and warm
with the rhythm of my feet
The old beech that holds the bend
is surrounded in a yellow glow
My aching body is grateful in its movements
Each step a stretch and release
The coyotes call heard, but not seen
Fox and deer leave their traces invisible, but present
Do they watch me as I forge my morning path?
My thoughts wander much like me
Familiar with the way
Creating my own inner landscape
as I enter a new day
Building A Life Of Hope 
I like you comparison of the crisp air to a green apple. Tangy, and yet pleasant.
Yes. The thought hit me as I was rounding a curve in the road. Spring is full of awakening scents!
Beautiful. So evocative of the change of seasons. There are so many lines that I like including “I taste the softness of the new dawn,” “The tough alloy of the dead season
surrendering to the still fragile newborn.”
Thank you very much. Yesterday morning’s run served as my muse. Incredible morning! 🙂