Winter Morning

Low winter sun long shadows cast,

Cuts through the Valley fog,

Frost like snow upon the grass,

And the sheep bleating for grain,

Their work is in pastures below,

So to my labors must I depart,

The coast range glows gold and green,

But in darkness I will return until,

The longer light of spring.


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