Morning stars

One morning after camping......

I gaze up at the morning stars,
And the half crescent smiling moon,
Sun just below the horizon line,
Its hazy glow can already be seen.

 

Silhouetted trees sit at the brow of the hill,
As the hedgerows come to life,
The shadowed trees look windswept and weary,
Even though there's little breeze.

 

The birds begin their morning salute,
As I stretch and do mine,
The dawns about to break,
I feel humbled and honored for the time.

 

The sun peaks over the hills in front,
And for a moment it all melts away,
I squint and feel its caring warmth,
Earth's shifting shadows are at play.

 

The stars in the sky slowly fade,
I look to the dew dropped grass,
As it glistens in the sun,
Like a world turned upside down.

 

Millions of spiders cast their line,
Hoping to catch the morning breeze,
Hundreds of birds sing their song,
And not another human around but me.

Reviews

[Claire in VA]

This is beautiful! I, too, enjoy these first few moments of the day when camping.
~Claire

[Daniel Dawes]

Thank you....