Marsh Morning Birdsong

The frost-filled shadows took the shape of the objects that threw them.  A rectangle hay feeder, the outline of the apple tree, on the peat moss brown earth.  The frost absolutely purple.

Sunlight gathered on the melting marsh dancing to the birdsong.  Not yet the fresh greens of early spring, but still a world of color and life.

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