A Walk At Daybreak Poem by Raymond Farrell

Sharp morning air
cold fresh
like the dew
heavy on the ground
mist rising
hovers over
meadow field creek
faint light
first of a gray dawn
steady rhythmic twitter
of birds
three forms disappear
into the woods
deer disrupted while
feeding on hay
ready for cutting
two ducks fly out of sight
a chipmunk runs along the rail fence
5: 53 a.m.
yellow shafts of light
pierce the sky
passively the day breaks.