Early BirdA Poem by Chris Shaw(one from the archives, out for an airing)
It's the newness of the morning,
that breaking part of dawn. A sun that rises in the east, the dew upon the lawn. It's the whisper of the ivy as it trembles on the breeze or the early greeting from my cat who nuzzles up to please. It's the singing of my kettle, the welcome taste of tea, sweet comfort of my bathroom robe that snuggles close to me. It's contentment that I'm on my own and that I've found the key, while others heavy in their sleep miss out on poetry.
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18 Reviews Added on April 15, 2019 Last Updated on April 15, 2019 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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