The Morning
Far beyond the sea
the rose of the day
is rising from the storm
a dream
under a lush sky
luminous and hopeful
the morning slumbers
lilies sigh, stars drip
and dew shivers
on the stones
listen to the sounding sea
through the window
of emerald green trees
the air is full of dawn
and spring
I see the mist
amongst the hills
and through the gentle rain
a fragrance comes
in the cloud-grey morning
© Ann Bagnall
