Black Friday: A Morning on the Mountain

The sun, unable to push 
through heavy clouds, breaks 
the day in layers of gray.
As wind dances 
across corn fields now barren, 
I stand among the young oaks 
planted along the roadside 
still and grateful for silence.

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