Just now peering through the trees,
the first light of morning gold
breaks the shadow times of night.
Before the light grows stronger
awakening the morning creatures,
I wonder at the ‘oh so silent still’.
In these moments of calm morning air,
and daylights not yet broken
I pause to breathe the tranquil space.
For soon the chitterings of waking birds,
will chorus in the morning’s songs
as night’s shade fades away.
The promise of another day’s dawning
as morning stretches
to embrace the once cold and darkened…
