October Morning

Fallen leaves are
wet pavement stains
washed away by
laughing rain.

The morning sky is
sunlit bright clouds,
blowing the night
over sleeping hills.

Our village slowly
opening its eyes
as I walk for my
morning paper.

A pickup passes,
trailer full of
bleating sheep
changing field.

Friend Peter’s dog,
a labrador pup,
leaps at me on
spindly legs.

A warm greeting
for another day
as I carry the
world’s news.

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