! ! At Daybreak Poem by Bob Blackwell
! ! At Daybreak
Sun rises on our anxious world,
Streams of light pass through trees,
to uncover a partial waiting scene.
Robin the day’s first sound, sings,
the night watered grass, twinkles,
mimics nights departed starlit sky,
In the distance, a pale reflecting moon,
bids goodbye to our now emerging day.
And a silent life form of our dark, a moth,
struggles to find a private place to rest.
Air though cool, has hopes of warmth;
leaves on trees hang still, waiting,
expecting the arrival of the wind.
Robin quietens, a whispered hush,
calm enfolds our unfinished scene,
to give us a peace, a stillness, that
has a silence with a beauty of its own.
Golden orb rises higher in the sky,
faces, fluffy white clouds appear,
they hang motionless, suspended
over mountain tops, peering down,
staring, at our still awakening world.
Pale Moon falls to die in distant hills.
And our now faint moth is sleeping.
Sun has risen high, clouds evaporate.
Our world shakes then stirs, a breeze,
leaves rustle, move with light and shade.
Flowers open, bees work, long legged
insects fly, and the ants begin to march.
Song birds whistle, twitter, call, and sing,
to compose a melody of notes, that
sweetly feeds the garden of my mind.
16-04-2009
A breathtaking picture poem Bob, beautiful imagery to captivate ones mind. Best wishes, Andrew
Such an utterly beautiful and picturesque poem Bob. You took me to the daybreak of your poem and it reminded me of a CD I have of bird calls at daybreak in Australia. Your poem is a celebration of another day and 'the moth' and 'ants begin to march' for some reason captivated me. This poem can be read again and again and there will always be something new to discover. Top marks Karin
You begin with an 'anxious world' and end with the sun's bold salutation to the morning. I love the way use your moth - who finds himself in the wrong place at the wrong time - to provide a soft link from one stanza to the next. There is a feeling of suspension as your stanzas unfold - as if the reader is teetering on the brink of something that takes its time to unfold. A keenly observed description of a mystical time of day. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
soooo very beautiful...quite an artist...thanks for the refreshment 10+++
Loved the poetic language of this poem.. Rich in nature imagery, beautiful.; D
mmmmm, just like choccy pud and ice cream this poem, capturing nature at it's best.... Ruthie
dear bob.....excellent poem, morning scenario captured very well, couldn't have been better detailed. enjoyed every line of this poem.great write. ritty
Bob, I can only repeat what everyone has said before me. The beautiful images evoke a pristine picture in ones mind of a hot summer day and the unseen activities that goes on there almost unnoticed except by a keen observer. Ten plus from me my friend. David
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/5/2025 8:19:20 AM # 1.0.0
amazing imagery, an amazing look at sunrise, and a very cute look at nature as it comes to life in the morning,