Moments Golden Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

At first light of dawn
the sun bursts through the trees;
in shafts of morning light
dewy grasses become
a carpet of glittering jewels.
A flutter of wing from the fields,
the rustle from the hen house,
a distant cow bell as yet
the only audible sounds.
From the wood tiptoeing deer
emerge from the mist of a first frost
hungry and ready to forage;
life on farm and field alike stirs
and comes awake.
Blessed be the early risers
treated to these golden moments
surrounding the beauty
of one of Autumn's sunrises.