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
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Author:
Daydream Believer (
Offline) - Published: February 8th, 2020 04:59
- Category: Nature
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Comments2
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....
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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
you are most welcome..
Each new morn is so wonderful.
Welcome to MPS.
Thank you for the warm welcome and reading my work
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