Ancient cliffs embrace the frozen river

like massive totems keeping watch.

Trees tenaciously cling  to the  rock

supported by their spindly roots .

A distinct silence — occasionally interrupted

by the cracking of ice or the call of a hawk.

The sun has not made its way o’er the cliffs,

yet it brings a gentle light to the land.

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A new day has begun.

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©Shelli Carlisle 2011