Birds are noisy

Waking up the rest

Of the world


Mist along the

Edges of the yard

A damp feel


Light enough for

Artificial lamps

Turning useless


Now earth turns

Over a bit to be

Washed by the


Day’s new air

Bending without

Voice the arcs


Of branches

Enough for them

To moan a little


Wind cleans night

With round beads

Of dew water


Surprise and

Comfort in the

Dawning tasks