Awoken before the roosters crow
A cloudless sky displays
the frosty stars above.
Clouds of vapor form
with each exhalation.
Leaves shatter below
our rubbered feet.
Gloved fingers grasp
delicate jade marbles.
A smooth swoop and
a thunk into the
wooden trellis.
Headlamps reveal the
hidden jewels, their
inorganic light forming
a lite-bright among
the darkened rows.
Sweat beads below
woolen hats.
Row after row,
the frozen gems
are collected for
their sweetness.
The roosters begin to wake,
as the sky turns orange
over the hills.
Until the next season.
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