It is one of those days
awake early once again
I struggle to get up
It is barely dawn and it feels cold
Reluctantly I draw the curtains
and when I do I see
the trees swathed in a lifting fog
and silence all around
It was so beautiful it seemed as though
I had caught the day slowly revealing
her enticing secrets
with but me to observe her
I quickly dressed
and hurried from my door and
walked briskly to the village pond
as the cold misty morning lingered still.
My breath puffing clouds
as I carefully made my way
to the edge of the water
where the birds too paddled
Slowly I squatted down on my haunches
to be less conspicuous and quite still
scarcely breathed as I too
became at one with the scene.
As they searched for food they were
lenient with me and paid me little account
as scarcely a quack or a chirp told
of my presence on those still waters.
Brightening now as the sun struggled
to burn away the ponds shroud
I felt exhilarated that I was too
Part of nature’s dawn.