Meadow's Morn

Dew's glint sparkles for spring's early morn;
dawn's blue skies host an emerging sun
Teamed with light, moist grasses shimmer;
gemmed droplets form on a web being spun

In yonder waking, perched birds join in choir;
Songs sweetly welcome arrival of day
Soft breezes rustle through leafing limbs;
Upon stirred winds flowers share their bouquet

Along forest edge to the end of meadow,
stretches petaled rainbows sprinkled with dew
Hovered by flutter of delicate wings,
butterflies chase each colorful hue

Drifting to tunes from nestling tree's songsters,
blossom's nectar guides their destined way
Misted trails untouched by passing shadows,
followed aloft, are traced across the ley

Huddled in a shallow amid green blades,
eyes warily peer within the trampled bed
Outward the gaze is keen to malice;
mother of fawn holds in quieted stead

Hushed nudging relays unspoken words;
gently it whispers loving thoughts to share
In warmth of the morning's golden touch
babe nuzzles closely inside birthing lair

Opened with blinks with reflection of sun,
a new glint sparkles from moistened eyes
In the green meadow, among dew's shimmer,
another twinkle for morn's blue skies

© C.E. Vance