Aurora.
Film of fine bubble-wrap mists early dawning
as curls of light creep through root and blade
where dew drips vapours while time scatters
Spring with avian urges expecting surrender.
Throb of excitement drives feathered chorus
to echo woodlands as trills fill high branches
and serenade-burst descends round twitters
of welcome to fountains of virile plenty.
If ever awe could be measured for freshness,
scaled for lucidity or gratitude--weighed
it has to be now at the sound of birdsong
just as Aurora is making her entrance.