Polly

Writings and Witterings

The Still of Daybreak

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Still
Silent
Wordless
Blanket wrapped
Waiting …

Birdsong breaks camomile air
Calm
Rustle, shuffle,
Muffle, scuffle,
Under the eaves

Hedgehog bristles then
Still, silent, waits
Scents the morn
Trails through dew
Birds, again

Wind chimes and watery sunlight
Drift
Echo
Sense the peace
A day begins

Polly Robinson © 2012

English: A simple wind chime

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5 thoughts on “The Still of Daybreak

  1. Lovely evocation of early morning, Polly!

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  2. Wonderful word ‘evocation’ 🙂 Thank you Lindsay

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  3. Reading this poem was a beautiful sensory experience. Loved it!

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  4. Dewy and fresh. And a hedgehog! This cheered me up. Lovely feeling of newness of the season here. 🙂

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  5. Thanks Carrie and Holly for your nice comments – Spring has sprung!

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