Ode To Early Morn

Revisiting memories from my youth

Ode To Dawn

Leaden mist among the trees

The Sun has yet to rise

Night birds whisper ...gentle pleas

In lieu of raucous cries

Scarlet leaves release their grip

So long so tightly bound

in silent drift and grace they slip

Through morning mist to dewy ground

Furtive glimpses of furry phantoms

astir in boughs of branches high

peeping out from treetop sanctums

Neath Milky Way And starlit sky

Roseate glow begins to grow

In the East…’pon the horizon

And so will end this morning's show

With Mother Nature’s kiss

‘Pon the rising mist

…And a new day’s Sun arisin’...

Author's Note

Just a self indulgent trip down memory lane