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.
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Fay Slimm. (
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That Aurora will be with us, as we lose the hour tonight. But thankfully not darker morning again yet, unless up really early.
You led me through a woodland with freshened senses as i read and re-read your poem today. Yes i felt the chill of damp March air upon my imaginings as light from afar promised through the tree trunk spacing.
GOOD EVENIBG FAY ~ Love the visual ~ SPRING is always the best Season for misty & breathtaking Dawns ! Love the POEM
V 1. The light does curl & the Birds do prepare to sing
V 2. Once the Dawn Chorus Starts it is unstoppable until complete !
V 3. Aurora & Birdsong~ PARADISE
WE have dome lovelry Dawn Choruses in our new Home !
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Love BRIAN & ANGELA 💛💛💛💛💛
Please check *HAPPINESS* Thanks !
Aurora is always with us Fay as your wonderful words describe.
Andy
Such beautiful lines!
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