Glenn Caudle

(Birmingham, Alabama)

At Break Of Day - Poem by Glenn Caudle

The moment was fleeting
before my eyes;
The chattering birds
were awake to surprise!
Their flirty gossip-
was a sign I know;
The sun it's face
was soon to show!
The stillness too--
of the early air;
Its fragrance fresh
and a resonance to hear;
The soft, soft murmur
of the waking trees;
Can well be heard--
at this moment with ease!
Yes--the moment is fleeting-
for God's array;
In this inspiring moment-
at break of day.


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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003



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