Dreamily, the dale is filling
with moonlit water off the ridge
melting cold stone to silt
and
sounds the kettle for the porridge;
The vale\'s village is waking up,
muttering their good mornings
and fumbling with their shutters shut
to greet the sun in opening.
Orange light dilutes the clouds, a dress
is donned by vermeil dawn
which paints daybreak a pretty mess
and the dale in wonder, yawns yet less
Wakefully, the dale is filling-
with sunlit water off the ridge
pouring down to kettle spouts
into the morning porridge.