An Unassuming Modus Operandi

A pinch of light separates the darkness on the distant horizon,

Squeezing a band of hope from the blackened sky,

A twinkling of the future to tease the impatient,

Those secretly anticipating the end of the night.

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The band pulses through the tree limbs,

Widening the curvature of the earth, a subtle highlight,

Offering just enough greyness to witness the silhouette of feeding kangaroos,

The young joeys nipping at Mum’s back paws, ready to pounce at dangers sight.

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Within minutes the dewdrops balancing on the tips of nature’s leaves shimmer,

Mathematical pristine perfection, randomly letting go to fall to the ground,

A rainbow prism captured in a split second, disappearing into its own illusion,

Vanishing into the porous pedosphere without a sound.

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The water in the lake shimmers with displaced droplets in a duck’s wake,

Smokey mists tendril and hover over the surface in diminishing clouds,

Wispy vapours assaulting the negative one degree atmosphere,

Cold enough to feel the burn upon naked skin, if allowed.

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The light anchored over the horizon expands the field of vision,

Tree limbs become visual as they seperate from the shadow,

Golden crowns begin to glow where they meet the lightening sky,

And breaths are held in anticipation, knowing the sun’s smile is about to show.

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But, just before we spy the grande finale,

The chorus of bird song shrills through the frosty air,

Just a tweet and coo at first, crescendo building,

Mother Nature’s definition of the morning prayer.

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Creatures rise from their hidden slumber to bear witness,

In awe of the morning glory that’s put on display,

The sun has awakened, dispelling the darkness,

Daybreak whispering consciousness undulating across the beginning of day.

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A collective sigh of pleasure releases across the land far and wide,

As the sun’s rays dispel the coldness from the blood,

The earth stirs, creatures dance, leaves flutter in ecstasy,

A celebratory merging of beast, bird, insect, mammal and flowering bud.

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The burning cold is harnessed, tethered to the night that’s been banished,

Guttural breaths once more invisible, misty clouds dispersed,

Dust mites hover within the golden sun’s rays as they glow,

And the monsters that hide within the dark are temporarily interspersed.

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Once more morning has arrived, but most miss the glorified fanfare,

Choosing to sleep the daybreak away,

But for those that make the effort, joy often warms the heart,

Allowing the appreciation to make a great start to another blessed day.