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A glory
The golden glow
In the eastern sky
Lights the cold edge of
Sharpened air
This morning
Takes my breath away
The first glitter of winter
On the shining road
The Raven high
In a clear blue sky
And the gorse
Smiles back at the sun.
There is music too
In the turning of my wheels
And the trill of wrens song
Thrilling the hawthorn.

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