The stars
Becoming
Sunrise
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The stars
Becoming
Sunrise
The golden North Face
Lures runners into its mouth
Slowly grinds them down
Great chorus of geese
Filling the gray sky
Lifting off
Can’t run
Without thinking about
My next meal
Golden leaves
A flock of morning sparrows
Colour has a sound
Seeing your breath
And the full moon’s light
Sparkling
Under the earth’s
Nighttime shadow
Rain on leaves
Run for the honey
And a few walks in between
Finish line smiling
Tallest golden tree
The first to catch
Autumn’s sun
Darkness fades
The red vines lit
By autumn fire