© Teresa Newham 2012 |
Today a thrush was singing to the dawn
just after seven. A clear and frosty morning
as though an unseen Hand had spread a sparkling veil across the land.
I wondered: did he sing for joy
or simply to keep warm?
or was he singing to the trees -
calling the sap to rise, the Spring to struggle from its knees?
Today a thrush was singing to the dawn
just after seven. A clear and frosty morning.
A glimpse of Heaven.
A stunning picture and a lovely poem; captures the essence of the struggle of change from winter into spring most beautifully; warm and intimate.
ReplyDeletethanks! the photo isn't that recent, but it does illustrate the poem beautifully - short of snapping an actual bird singing at sunrise!
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