First thing in the Morning

Warming beams of silvered light,

Shattered into shadowed flight,

By trees, ancient and divine,

Standing in eternal time,

The ground hoary, crisp with frost,

Mist rising, horizons earlier lost,

Emerge, first thing in the morning.

Grass crunches under chilly feet,

Lowing cows huddle, sharing heat,

A magpie chuckles to greet the day,

Parrots screech and rise to play,

Winds murmurs among the leaves,

Dew drops, as the night must grieve,

Defeated, First thing in the morning.

The air fills lungs with, stimulation

Breath clouds with every exhalation

The heart lifts as it’s beat proclaims,

The ethereal beauty it acclaims,

We may shiver in the dawning light

But beauty abounds following the night,

Exultant, First thing in the morning.

© Elsie King 2023

Feature Photo: Mole Creek Morning © L.M. Kling 2011