One Morning In Dew

The sunny dew

on morning field,

open and bright,

sings silent praise

to Heaven’s splendour

as day breaks.


The whistling songs

among the boughs

heralds new rounds.

And leaves shiver

to soft breezes.


Lowing herds still

slumber in pastures.

And a rooster

somewhere rings in

the new morn.


The air anew

is scented fresh,

filled with wakefulness.

As day brightens,

the morning dew

sighs ever softly.


And it kisses

its host adieu,

and fades away

as the world

to itself awakes.


© 2017 L. Tafa


Author: b20f08

I enjoy solo wargaming and writing. The first caters to the boy that never grew up; the latter satisfies a deep desire to communicate. Cheers.

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