Dawn Chorus Joy

I wrote some words without a picture

save the one that’s in my head

so it’s imagination that

you’ll have to use instead

For this is about the chorus

that I hear each day at dawn

the sweetest sound I’ll ever hear

as I awaken with a yawn

A happy throng in harmony

welcoming new day once more

nothing ventured nothing gained

for what it has in store

No, this is at its simplest

joy unabashed you see

which every morning here at dawn

we all can hear for free

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The quietning time

These early mornings
I’ll attest
are good for me
the very best
The gentle rain
just after dawn
with still the air
of new day born
And solitude
where here about
a whisper sounds
just like a shout
I relish this
the quietning time
as it is almost
wholly mine

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Photo – Jempics

With Gold

7 of 8 in the Jemverse series ‘Circular Sussex’

Got up early
Went for a wander
as the sun rose on Frogmore Lane
Retraced my steps
to the path on the hill
on my own and peaceful again

There were sheep in the field
looking at me
with a quizzical look on their face
Wondered I guess
what I was about
so early in this lovely place

There was birdsong to hear
high up in the trees
a wonderful music and sound
So idyllic here
at this early hour
with no one but me here around

I walked down the path
to sit on a stile
and watch as the morning took hold
And the warmth of the sun
as it rose in the east
painted all that I saw with gold

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Photo – Early morning – Meon Valley, Hampshire, UK – Jempics.

[Every year in May, my brother Dave and I go out for a week’s walking. This year we took in a series of circular walks based around our favourite long-distance trail – the South Downs Way through Hampshire and Sussex]

Tri-haiku XVII (awakening)

In this quiet time
before the morning arrives
Slumber fades away

And awakening
with my coffee freshly ground
a fragrance pervades

with birdsong chorus
on the cusp of a brand new day
The blue sky greets me

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Photo – Jempics

Turning wheels

Now that it’s full summer
and Southern Rail has lost the plot
I thought I’d get back on the bike
and cycle whilst it’s hot
I leave in early morning
when the dawn has just arrived
and everything is quiet
and the peace is not contrived.

It really is a lovely time
to get out on the bike
There aren’t that many cars and
clear roads are what I like
But when I get down to the beach
and ride along the coast
and see the open ocean
That’s the bit I like the most

It’s a clear run through to Worthing
nine miles beside the sea
Takes around forty minutes
the wind – South Westerly
And words come whilst wheels are turning
verses forming in my mind
Inspiration evident
so they’re not that hard to find

I’ll watch the sea beside me
and when, once in a while
another cyclist passes by
I’ll wave and give a smile
It’s a lovely way to travel
with freedom guaranteed
Just me with turning wheels
on my trusty Kona steed

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Silence serene

In the pale light of dawn
I found it today
As last night from the sunset
it decided to stay
Its presence profound
as it has always been
It is of course silence
Calm, collected, serene

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The sun I see

Band of gold in Western skies
Heralding the days’ sunrise
always comes as a surprise
When I see it there

Morning glory out of night
Darkness flees as though in flight
Wonderful to me this sight
When I see it there

Myriad spectrum colours spread
yellow, gold and fading red
sunshine greets me here instead
When I see it there

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Dawn, day one and a promise

At the sunrise of
a new year’s dawn
I made a promise
with the morn
January’s here
it’s the first day
twenty-sixteen’s
here to stay

A leap ahead
a one in four
three sixty-six
more days in store
A brand new start
with good intent
begins the year
with merriment

And even though
we have no clue
what days will bring
or what we’ll do
we can make a wish
upon a star
that the year will be
spectacular

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The summer of me

When the morning air welcomes
From a night time that’s done
And the wind has died down
Giving warmth to the sun
And the sea’s a flat calm
Now the new day’s begun
The summer of me lives again

When the air is as crystal
And there’s barely a sound
With the dawn’s heavy dew
Still fresh on the ground
And the day lies there’s quietly
As it wants to be found
The summer of me lives again

When the hills of fair Sussex
Are yellow and green
Painted there in bright colours
At the best I have seen
And the blue of the sky
Is a deepening sheen
The summer of me lives again

When the ocean I love
Mirrors skies overhead
And the waves whisper back
Every word that I’ve said
And the shingle reminds me
Of the life I have led
The summer of me lives again

When all of these things
Come together to show
What life is about
For those in the know
And envelop me in their
Comforting glow
The summer of me lives again

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Photo – Sussex Downs – Jempics

May Day

Sun rises golden, gleaming
Over Sussex field
Heralding the first of May
Its glory is revealed
Silence reigns, the world awakes
Slumber fades and here
Through the green of leafy bough
The sunshine brings us cheer

There’s frosting on the dew-clad grass
But rising now as mist
There is no greater wonder
than the spectacle of this
A kaleidoscope of colour
Arrives with breaking dawn
A privilege to witness
On this early summer morn

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