Dawn Chorus
Moon shadows vanish
In the east
The fine web of opal light
Tells us dawn is coming
From tall green minarets
Square Doric temples in the fence
Cardinals in green robes
Line the paths.
From secret niches, heavenly holes
Floats music from
Throbbing orange pipes
Silver rivers of melodies
Each one interrupting the others
In the sweetest way.
Punctuated with cheerful chirps
And chatters to keep our souls
Safe under the blankets
I watch the leafy ponies
Quietly grazing up high
Tethered by golden poles
Topiary of the earth and sky
And I know that paradise
Is as fresh as ever
Has never gone away.
© Patricia Turner Sept. 19 2010
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