Pre-Dawn

 

Birds are noisy

Waking up the rest

Of the world

 

Mist along the

Edges of the yard

A damp feel

 

Light enough for

Artificial lamps

Turning useless

 

Now earth turns

Over a bit to be

Washed by the

 

Day’s new air

Bending without

Voice the arcs

 

Of branches

Enough for them

To moan a little

 

Wind cleans night

With round beads

Of dew water

 

Surprise and

Comfort in the

Dawning tasks