Thursday, July 14, 2016

Thursday Poem - At Dawn

At dawn, a frail moon up there in the 
blue, blesses a perfect summer day, 
one that will never come  again.

Slow walkers in the early hours, we
go along together, paw and paw, through
fragrant summer yieldings of clover, grass
and golden daisies, of rhyming cricket,
humming bee and dancing leaf

while around us, unseen but deeply felt
and loved, the world is breathing in and
out, all our voices falling together
into seamless light and tune and time.



Claire said...

Just beautiful... I used to love my early morning walks - definitely the best part of the day :)

My Journey To Mindfulness said...

Beautiful, love the mornings and now on the terrace
looking out over the fields and flowers.
Miss my long walks, especially in the morning..

Guy said...

Hi Cate

Wonderful poem and image.

What a beautiful summer flower.