Daydream Believer

A New Morn


The moon sits slouched behind the clouds

Whilst softly hoots the vigilant owl

The brisk air filters through the trees

Its crisp veil whispers attentively

  

Cradling leaves with morning due

Its gentle tones of silver hue

And undertones of morning light

Perforate the stillness of the night

 

The sluggish stir of feather heads

With idle call breach from their nests

And subtle sweet sounds are tenderly born

As nature welcomes a new morn

Comments2

  • Neville

    My new morn is filled with the debris from one of the worst storms we have had here in around ten years.... I much prefer the kind you have most beautifully illustrated in a mighty fine poem....

    N

    • Daydream Believer

      Oh yes, it’s the worst storm for seven years I read. I do hope you can stay safe. Thank you so much for your lovely comment on my poem. I never know if what I’m writing is any good. Thank you for giving me feedback and boosting my confidence a little.

      Many thanks for your time

      • Neville

        you are most welcome..

      • Goldfinch60

        Each new morn is so wonderful.
        Welcome to MPS.

        • Daydream Believer

          Thank you for the warm welcome and reading my work



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