Winter Dawn Poem by Robert Merrett

Cool air nip, dawn rests, winter still,
Softening, it washes over valley and hill,
With whispering mist refusing to lie,
Relieved of the lightest, imperceptible sigh.

Each leaf and creature livens its heart,
Grass weeping dew tears sees darkness depart,
Birdsong reverberates out of the thicket,
The awakened earth engages the spirit.

Now the stars melt away, burned out by the sun,
Brilliance, beckoning, summons each one,
Out from the houses, the holes, the crevices,
This entire, connected, repeating genesis.