To Market

Empty sky of cold blue
reflects the tiring trees.
Frost finds a home on
the ground with skeleton leaves.
Urgent winds disturb the
still air of a morning;
my collar turned up in
defiance of the early start.
The valley’s shaded market
demands me from the hills.

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