Morning dew moistens my toes
As I leave the warmth of the house.
Entering the lane
The crunching underfoot of my shoes on the ground
Is my return greeting to the birds' melody.
Turning the corner,
The mist is caressing the trees
And seeping through
The fingers of the hedgerows.
Raindrops are like diamonds
Adorning the leaves
Sparkling silver cobwebs of light
Left by a spider who's hurried away.
Down by the river there are cows in the water
They bid me good morning by the look in their eye.
I stand for a moment and watching the water
Wonder where it's come from and where it may go.
But it just laughs in a twinkling
And hurries on its way,
Riding on its back,
A mysterious island -
Only an oak leaf from the meadows behind.
A silver trout dances
Then freezes all motion,
Then flashing its colours is gone from my eye.
I turn on down the road at last
Walk under a tunnel of green,
The sun shining golden through the leaves.
The mist is now yellow
A haze on the hill.
A wild rose encrusted with raindrops
Smiles from the hedgerows -
Just one early morning smile
Before the world is awake.