Mist pendant over grass

strung with webs, strung like harps

to sing in the dawn, mark

Nature’s waking, light opening

like a lover’s eyes to reveal

the world – the earth, the trees –

to caress with soft breeze all

surrounding, slumbering less

as night falls away, back into shadows

waiting – there, and there.

Owl hoots her farewell

and the starling bursts into song.

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