As the dawn sun creeps through the window pane
Sending sunbeams - tippy toed on my face
With eyes still closed - bed warmth surrounds
I can sense the new dawns sweet embrace
And the gentle coo of the pigeons call
Philharmonic crooners of crystal dawn
Enter gentle air - filled with busyness
Tiny insects hurry over dew dropped lawn
As I stretch - inhale the pure clear air
Looking out into the luscious green
Tall trees and shrubs, multitude of hue
As the lifeforms search for new cuisine
Rustling leaves, gentle coo's still linger on
Complimenting tunes from the bobtails call
A plethora of sound, flowing through my ears
Watching ivy creep over soil and wall
It's the crystal dawn with its magical clasp
Engulfing life, showing off with pride
One can only inhale mornings exhaled breath
Draw the beauty in of the cool outside
A contest entry
- Open Your Windows by ea.
500 points, ended July 31, 2008, 14 entries
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I love the dove's coos in my back bedroom window, too... this is a nice ode with a pastoral feel - a song of praise. Thank you.

