MORNING
Softness from the born sunTempers night's sweet sable veilThrough the lightening woodlands runTu-whit-tu and badger tailNightjars and the fairies shunNew-born morning's Grail
Early daylight in the wods
Roe deer come to forage free
As I breathless, quiet stood
Sunlight gilded every tree
Would this golden morning coul
Last eternally.
Tony Gardner
Shoreham by Sea