Early morning, beyond my window pane.
Stain the earth with silver
Quiver in the chill
Fill your lungs with cold.
Old leaves from autumn past
Last year’s stalks and seeds
Weeds that reach the sky
Vie with tiny blades of green
Sheen of emerald, wet with dew
New spring flowers and crawling things.
Wings spread, the moth’s hang drying
Laying in wait, mantis preying
Saying its morning prayer.
There is such a tapestry beneath my feet
Fleet and passing beyond my sight.
White and sparkling the meadow gleams
Seems so tranquil whilst I scurry,
Hurry through my morning chores
Or while I drink my fill.
Chill with the spring-time air
Swearing never again to rise so early.

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