Late for Work

The frost is on the fence, the air is chill

dawn hangs on the eastern sky

I skim through my list of patients to be seen

I'm going to be late to work again. 

A few minutes late--the story of my life

the sun is lighting the eastern sky

I grab the camera and head outside

the frost is on the fence, the air is chill

I stop for a moment just to breathe it in

dawn lit sky, frost and goat bells

the rooster flaps his wings and  crows

the sun breaks the eastern horizon

I call my first patient and say

I'm on my way, just leaving home now

be sure to draw back a curtain and look outside

and breathe the morning in--

the frost is on the trees, the air is chill

and the sun is rising silver in the eastern sky.

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