Morning Concert

Morning Concert

Softly from sleep the dawn drew me in silver tones of birdsong bright, while beyond my window morning trembled in dewdrops and in curtains light.

The cuckoo called so soft and gently, counting moments fresh and new, as if within the waking greenery it hid a spell like morning dew.

In the distance doves were cooing: “uhu hu, uhu hu” through the air, carrying their song above the rooftops, through the tender greenery there.

Side by side, pressed close together, like two peaceful sighs at dawn, they guarded secrets of awakening feelings and dreams not fully gone.

With high trills the larks were weaving melodic arias in the sky, as if on threads of golden sunlight they stitched blue lace on clouds so high.

All was blending in a concert gentle, light as nature’s breath, before the day flung wide its bright eyes and cast away the cloak of death.

I lay still, absorbed in living, hearing how the world awakes unhurriedly, and felt the morning place its warm hands upon my heart so tenderly.

You, lost softly in my thoughts, wandered there with quiet delight. You admired this world before you, as if seeing it for the first time.

Irena Małgorzata Bielska #zpoezjawtle

I wish you pleasant reading and a wonderful day. Irenka 🌷