Yukon Morning

By Carolyn Hanks

     Solitary,
     like the sandpiper it enfolds.
     The wilderness,
     five peaks of promise it holds. 
     The quiet,
     the stillness, the beautiful loon –
     Moment of magic,
     keeps me in tune.
     A plover –
     the arctic Killdeer, stirring round.
     Making
     the hazy, misty, morning’s only sound.









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