S - Sunrise

The sun rose from the east,
bathing the valley
in hues of blues and greens.
The encampment stirred –
sleepily,
nomads all, sheltering
in yurts of wood and hide.
Yet another dawn signals
the itinerant march
of survival on the Steppes.

 

 

Written for the A to Z Challenge and NaPoWriMo
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