dawn calls to me
early
early as summer tumbles
forward into the soft gray light
clinging to tree
to field and fence
early
no birds singing
early
the corn has paused
in its frantic crackling growth
early before the soft talk
between you and I
before the getting ready
and the going
dawn calls to me
early
Pamela Olson, 7/1/09
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Early indeed. Those moments when we can venture out and see dawn rising is precious. But, its few and far between as I’m not an early bird. Well written Pam. Hope all is well. Have a great day.
You have such a wonderful eye and ear for those small mystical moments, and wonderful words to tell about them.
I love the repetition of “early” in this poem.