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.