Still Morning

Still. Peace. Quiet.

Dew-touched webs

glisten in half-baked

sun.

Feathered birds hop

and twitter, busy in their

insect-picking lives.Calling doves coo

and lull the early

breeze in dulcet tones.Shadows yawn and stretch –

monopolise the damp grass

till rays of sun invade

the blades in triumph.Light breezes twitch

tree branches, flutter

leaves in impish play.Hazy mists enwrap

sweet nature’s scene

in mystery’s shrouded

capetill car-exhausts and traffic

tremors rip across stilled airtill children bounce and stamp

on peace with footsteps

of excitementtill shops call out their wares

and morning chill is shaken to

such frantic busy-pace

of human-being days.

 

© Nicky Clifford 2016