A Morning In Autumn
The first light of dawn pierced the fading night
And penetrates a forest of dead leaves
It stains each tree with a soft yellow light
To give the mind gifts, enchantment conceives
Fading away is the paint of dusk gray
As sun rises with rays of flowing gold
To melt away fog as it tries to stay
And warms each feather so they can unfold
A morning welcomed, for birds on the wing
Quietly searching for a daily feast
A path I will walk to hear their throats sing
In awe of Nature, of which I'm the least
To see all of life so captive in form
To treasure the light, so precious, so warm
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2016
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