Birdsong rings-in the dawn,
As light creeps over night
A glaring seed shall spawn
To bring the morning bright.
Slowly rises the sun,
Greeting like an old man
Crisp daylight has begun
To thaw the frozen hand
Of wintry night chilling
Like a lover spurned.
But warmth makes her willing,
Dark frigidness is turned.
Turned is her shadowed ice
By warmth of elder shine.
Transformed as if by spice,
Or intoxicating wine.
Birds sing to bring the day,
Dark fades from passioned plea.
Nature’s repeating way,
From sea to shining sea.
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Submission Name: Birdsong Dawn
