First Light

Dizzy with the turning
of the world,
as the sun comes blazing
over the horizon.

Mist still in the dips of the field,
crows perch on black-clad bales
or paint calligraphic marks 
across the sky.

Snail trail, a long silver ellipsis
across paving slabs,
bumblebees already
in the poppies.

A chorus of cuckoos, 
blackbirds, woodpigeons,
all singing to the sun,
seeing it for the first time.

the world turns a little more
and the sky is washed with gold—
everything is new.
[image | ©WildeArts]

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