Cool daybreak breeze flirts with the green serene,
Wherein treed hills resound with tuneful birdsong
And heron stops her hunt, takes time to preen,
While stream continues seaward surge, headlong.
Ere long rose mists of dawn take leave of night
And drift among dark pines like thistledown,
While flowered meadow longs for noontide sunlight,
When chartreuse dale is sight of great renown.
Cloaked in said mist a doe and fawn take shape
And graze amid gold flowers wet with dew.
Then, without breaking free of gossamer drape
Take flight across bright swathe of Meadow Rue.
Green mansions temper mortal coil palpably,
Thus, nurture heart and soul of humanity.
© Ilija Lukić 2021
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| Rose Mists Of Dawn (Mr Cooper) |
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