A breath of wind stirs the trees,
Morning stretches on tiptoe,
Golden fingers brush the earth,
And light spills like honey on the dew.
Birdsong drifts through the quiet air,
A melody too gentle to break the calm,
But loud enough to wake the heart.
The sky blushes, soft as a secret,
And the world blinks,
Still half-dreaming,
Before the rush of day sweeps it away.
In this fragile moment,
Time holds its breath,
And all is tender,
All is new.
About the Creator
Julian Hayes
Sharing my personal stories and daily experiences. Follow along as I navigate life’s ups and downs and find joy in the little things.
Reader insights
Nice work
Very well written. Keep up the good work!
Top insight
Eye opening
Niche topic & fresh perspectives
Keep reading
More stories from Julian Hayes and writers in Poets and other communities.
Comments (2)
i love this
Thanks for reading! Let me know what this poem made you think or feel in the comments.