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Early
Morning.
Another night has slipped away
I open my sleepy eyes
And look out at the new morning
A beautiful surprise.
The dappled light of morning
Filters gently through the trees
Reflecting scissors of sunbeams
Brushed by the morning breeze.
There’s an iridescent quality
And feeling in the air
Of the birth of expectations
And tender loving care.
The birds speak a secret language
Their calls open the dawn
And accompany the dewdrops
That clings onto the lawn.
The garden sits in softness
Muted by long shadows
Silhouetted symphonies
The grass sings in the meadows.
New fingers of freshness
Pervades the atmosphere
And fills my heart with awe
Joyfulness and cheer.
I love the early morning
It satisfies my soul
The half I took from nighttime
Metamorphosis to the whole.
Quiet is the condition
Softness is the feeling
A new morning exposes the core
Underneath the peeling.
©
David Rudder
2025
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