As Dawn Softly Stirs

As dawn softly stirs, wistful musings touch my mind. A balmy morning mist is silently drifting on the air. It's as though I've left the wretched world behind. All I'm able to hear are songbirds singing with flair. Gratefully, I offer thanks in an early morning prayer. At the cusp of daylight, when my world is aligned, there's an aura of peace of which I become aware, as dawn softly stirs, wistful musings touch my mind. In these meditative moments I am never inclined to dwell upon anxieties and burdens that I bear. No threat of harm bothers me, even when I find a balmy morning mist is silently drifting on the air. In these tranquil interludes, I perceive no despair. I'm free from life's fetters without feeling confined. I don't dwell on traps or those who set the snare. It's as though I've left the wretched world behind. I'm cognizant of the dilemmas that thwart mankind, hardships and wars. From the fate of these, beware. There's slandering of innocent ones, those maligned. All I'm able to hear are songbirds singing with flair. We must not allow ourselves to be labeled or defined as a conflicted society when we should show we care. To living with anarchy, we must not become resigned. Let's reflect on a better way of life that we can share, as dawn softly stirs. June 7, 2022 A Rondeau Redouble Contest Sponsor: Milt Hankins