Small Pleasures At Dawn

I like to wake up at dawn,
watch as the lilac skies fade
and the blackbirds feed on the lawn.

With curtains widely drawn,
smelling the air fresh with silent dew,
I like to wake up at dawn.

I may well stifle a yawn
as the sky turns blue and gold,
and the blackbirds feed on the lawn.

The cool stone windowsill I lean on
feels like a caress of silk on my palms.
I like to wake up at dawn.

As the sun rises on the horizon,
gratitude for life fills my heart,
and the blackbirds feed on the lawn.

The East now bright with vermillion,
I savour this small pleasure. That’s why
I like to wake up at dawn,
And watch the blackbirds feed on the lawn.

Marie Sheard 

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