AT DAWNA Poem by Phil Roberts
The dawn has turned the dimmer up
Painting the watery sky grey And the dew hangs everywhere Like polished tears glinting And an early sign of impending spring As the birds begin their choral efforts Later in the year they will sound like A busy open air market As the business of the day begins And breakfasts are squabbled over By Phil Roberts © 2016 Phil Roberts |
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Added on March 10, 2016 Last Updated on March 10, 2016 AuthorPhil Robertsmacclesfield, north-west, United KingdomAboutI'm from the north-west of England where the rain lives. I am retired and a grandfather to many. I've led an "interesting" life, i suppose you could say, with lots of laughter and a few tears, like mo.. more..Writing
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