Heavens begin to churn
with the first disturbance
of a new beginning,
fresh celestial friction
of an unknown season,
a fiery harbinger stirring
flesh and feather, coveys
bobbing home to bed
in brush piles, cows
collecting calves for cover
from wind gusts
in the ever-changing light—
these old bones giddy,
head spinning
from ridge to ridge
consuming purple skies
before the storm,
before the welcome war.
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