Autumn Dawning at Six in the Morning
Still dark at 6am, winter draws on,
I wait for the dawn and look up beyond,
Listen for the chorus that can only
Be seconds away. Come birds I’m lonely.
Hark? Do you hear them? The birds! Warbling birds.
They wake! They wake, wake and greet the new day,
Good morning, morning they cheerily say,
Wake sleepy world though the morning is grey.
Polly Robinson © 2012