A Dawn Chorus - Poem by Bernard Kennedy
It starts now, at half past five,
a note, repeated, by chance its heard
out of silence of the mornings hollow
place of night drawn back,
purposeful, pensive, and passion
like a gentle trumpet,
just a soundnote, as if
the day is pushing back the nightime
duvet of sleeps slumbers silence.
Awake the dawn, repeating, yesterdays fugue
and dream awake. A summons from tree height,
belfry of arbor.
Come alive, come alive and awake
the dreamtime, timed, and
the gentle warming up,
natures conductor from the silence
begins to tempo the music of the
in the echo of last night new days dawn,
as if, a soundlike
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