Still
Still is this morning,
the birth of time
and moments
beyond the dreams
of a passing night,
hushed are the whispers
of memories,
as the wind tickles
the treetops,
Dawn opens
the sky with delight.
For the colours
are of meadows,
springtime,
blossoms across
the sunlight
of flowers,
as Autumn hints
at winter,
in the passing chime
of chasing hours.
And so
another day
begins, quietly,
for there’s no one else awake,
just the grey
thinning skies
of clouds,
my eyes open
to the morning,
the first birds
singing to the east,
this peace
of beauty
of wonder,
into my life
to take.
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