Morning,
Gilmanton .
Mourning dove.
Chickadee.
Nuthatch.
Clear notes of distant trush.
Sunbeams flood wooded mist,
Sweetfern against stonewall.
Salmander moss carpets oak canopy
Where 35 years of mowing has yet to yield lawn.
Once home,
now Gilmanton in the morning.
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