Every scrap of remaining beauty
every last
autumn-tinted leaf hanging from a twig
or lying
still vibrant on the forest floor
Every morning clothed in mist
every drizzly
day of rain pattering on spent gardens
or frozen fields
frosted white at sunrise
Every cardinal's clipped chip note
every whitethroat's
sweet whistle in the hedgerow
or the junco's
bell choir in the winter meadow
Every moment holy
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