Still. Peace. Quiet.
Dew-touched webs
glisten in half-baked
sun.
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
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