Two poems for Dawn Chorus Day:
It is Not About Dawn
It is about that moment
before the dark time breaks,
being present in the silence,
standing still in an exact moment.
It is all about when that first bird sings.
First light,
the fact that there is an order,
that layer upon layer
sculpts the day’s beginning.
It is about discovering how long it takes
before the crow starts to echo back
with his rough cruck, cruck answers.
Dawn Chorus
Your bed was a lazy lover,
warm and familiar, holding you.
Yet soon the birds would be waking,
mapping out a set of songs
to greet the moon-washed sky.
I waited for you to free yourself
to stand and listen as the mist thinned
so we, too, could welcome the new day.
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