Dawn
The orchestral chorus of waking birds fill the air
In augmentation of dawns awakening flare.
Sunrise paints the sky with colored wonder, golds,
Vibrant red and hues shaded soft, reminisce of old.
Dusty, cracked leather boots lay on the verandah porch
The farmhouse kitchen now awakes, toasted bread to scorch.
Creaking back door hinges sing, old tea leaves tossed from the pot.
The kettle boils, butter melts, the coarse of the day to plot.
Light is the breeze that casts its fingers through the windmills blade,
The comforting sound of scraping metal, ritualistically made.
Dog stirs, stretches sleek body, mouth wide with a waking yawn.
All of nature comes alive at the sight of such a beautiful dawn.
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