Each morning from my porch I view
Before the Sun’s arise,
The streetlight shining on the dew,
Amidst grey morning skies.
The neighborhood is silent; still,
And most still slumber on,
The day with every promise will
Alight with new day’s dawn.
A moth it hovers near the light
Above the street so near
Its wings in constant flutter flight
To reach this lamp so dear.
I love these morning moments fair,
When deer will silent roam,
Back toward the woods and safety there
Within their forest home.
This time of morn is wondrous free
In winter or in spring,
I thank my God for all I see.
And all that life will bring.
Peter Lowell Paulson
August 21, 2010
Lovely!
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