A Morning New Poem by Charles Wiles (Best Love Poems)

First awake
Already bright
Canvas sheets
Let in the light.

Chilly air
As I crawl out
Rub my eyes
And look about.

Morning mist
Across the camp
Hanging towels
Already damp.

Underfoot
The grass is wet
Ancient oaks
In silhouette.

River sounds
Somewhere near
Fleetest glimpse
Of running deer.

Sycamore
And bales of hey
Paint the vale
In shades of grey.

Hazy sun
Sweet apple dew
Rising now
A morning new.

(April 2004)