Coming to Earth
July 24 2023
A morning mist,
and the low sun
rises through the trees
lighting up the lawn,
blades of grass
a verdant green
and jewelled drops of dew.
A short summer night
before another scorcher.
But now, this cool interregnum.
It's a still life,
a watercolour painting
by a French impressionist
from a bygone century.
Small songbirds
have taken over the lawn,
pecking for worms, grubs
who knows what.
Early risers
just as they say.
Creatures of flight
who are flirting with danger
by coming to earth.
They flit about
on thin bird legs
tippy as stilts,
heads down, intent on their search.
Is it safety in numbers
or the time of day?
I stand still,
gazing on
unobtrusive as possible;
a peaceful pause
before the mist burns off
and the sun becomes unbearable.
A cool dawn
an emerald lawn
industrious birds.
A rare moment
when time has stopped
and all seems well with the world.
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