THE FIRST THING

An early morning clear blue sky breeze,

Sings quite in long sighs through the trees.

High perched black birds sing their clear song

And the chill of the night is finally gone.

Thermaling sea birds have started to leave

And the spider has paused it’s intricate weave.

The tall lacy grasses sway in a dance

And all of the garden is caught in the trance.

There’s a soothing rhythm to the breath of the day,

Felt by leaf, by grass, by the trees as they sway,

And the towing and frowing of the swallowand swift,

On the breeze kissed pond as the ripples all shifts.

On the lawn there’s a sparkle of dew on the grass,

That clings like a film of breath over glass.

There’s a delicate whisper of leaves from the limes

And the tiniest gold crest hops through the pines.

The damsel flies double, dart, dash and dip

And the doves by the pond bow low as they sip.

The rose and the sweet pie perfume the air

Now all of the garden is sun kissed and fair.