by Don Mager
Sun’s exuberant rush up the sky
sweeps off shadows. The polish of fresh
light sizzles icy mica flakes on
lawns. Exhaling from the Juniper
hedge, a tang of morning sweetness wafts
across the shivery air. Like a
bundled up gnome, a child bobbles
up the curb to the hilltop stop sign.
Sheen of frost like sugar glazes the
dry grass. A second house, a second
child bobbles out. And a third. And two
more. As it swaggers up the distant crest,
boxy and loud, eight gnomes wave to the
mustard gold troll to come scoop them up.
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