Nature’s dawn

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.