A Morning
Dawn's first soft light has sliced the fading night
Penetrating the forest of dead leaves
And stains the trees in a warm yellow light
Leaving the mind to enchantments conceived
Fading away is the paint of dusk gray
The sun appears in a soft coat of gold
To melt the thin clouds as they try to stay
And warm each flower so their petals unfold
To welcome morning's birds on the wing
Quietly searching for a tasty feast
A path I walk to hear them all sing
In awe of Nature of which I'm the least
To see all of life so captive transform
To wander in light so precious so warm
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2013
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