The haunting beauty that is dawn
Captivates me on tiptoe
How I admire its rosy glow.
Before the morning rush begins
The joyful beating of bird wings
As the nearby woodland comes alive
See swifts and swallows swoop and dive...
It's a stolen time, no one abroad
Man and nature in accord
Full of wonderment and peace
Happiness on a long lease ...
Wild flowers tremble after rain
But their slender stalks rise up again
Daisies peep through lush green lawns
Nature's art takes many forms.
The world's in such a sorry state
But stillness helps me meditate
I briefly let no fears intrude
And enjoy this blissful interlude ...
(c) Poet in the woods 2019
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