MISTY MORNING

 

The early morning sunlight

Creeps across the meadow,

Where in the wet grass

The rabbits make their dawn patrol

 

In the meadows quiet corners

The sun glints on dewdrops

Trapped within the intricacies

Of a labyrinthine spiders web

 

Though the morning sun is weak

And too soft to burn the mist

It still banishes the darkness

And another day begins