The Dawn Chorus

15 09 2007

It was yesterday,
when it all came to me.
All random, scattered,
swollen and trembling
gratitudes of mine go to thee.

Early dawn,
and some dripple dews
on yellowish maple leaves.
All afresh, but ebbing away,
and continuously playing on my heaves.

Amidst the beauty
the sleep was still on my nerves.
Two eyes were reading newspapers
and the heart
was stumbling on the curves.
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