Fay Slimm

Aurora.

 

 

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.

Comments7

  • orchidee

    That Aurora will be with us, as we lose the hour tonight. But thankfully not darker morning again yet, unless up really early.

  • dusk arising

    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.

  • Claudelle DeLuna

    Beautifully penned, Fay
    love the last stanza
    Happy Weekend
    & keep well my friendπŸ’–
    *C✌

  • ANGELA & BRIAN

    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 πŸ’›πŸ’›πŸ’›πŸ’›πŸ’›
    Please check *HAPPINESS* Thanks !

  • Goldfinch60

    Aurora is always with us Fay as your wonderful words describe.

    Andy

  • Dove

    Beautiful peaceful read! The last stanzas are magical! I love hearing birds in the wilderness
    Awesome photo too

  • Sanjana Varma

    Such beautiful lines!



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