Music of Dew's Embrace
in the morning, before silence is pierced by voices,
before words take form and erase the quietude,
the hesitant stillness fading into the soft, clear dawn
dew trembling on the edges of petals,
gentle as the moonlight who colors the moment
in a tentative prayer, broken only by the listening
of robins, wrens and doves who risk their nature,
on the poignant branches of oaks, birch, maple –
tender pines and laurels, woods embracing
each song, each crisp lyric from the beaks of hopeful
nests, havens of graceful characters who burn
with the colors of life – indigo, gold and scarlet
rich displays of joy, unburdened by worries
confessing only to the light who abides, touching
each feather, each wing, each soaring spirit
with adoration that stills their musing in nature’s tears.
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2024
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