“A halo of pale gold” on a recent stunning early morning scene.

A halo of pale gold
The dawn did greet
In a dazzling blue arrayed
As velvet smooth fields of lilac
From their slumber awoke
And languidly stretched
All the deeper to breathe of the cool crisp air
A forest of foxgloves
Did their sleep heavy faces now lift
The new morn to salute
With their sweet-scented greeting
The rolling hills with early morning dew drenched
In emerald green did sparkle
In the bright first light of day
A nearby copse
To the rejoicing throng drew near
The fragrance of its trees to exude
While aloft in the cyan heavens
A billow of clouds in cream
On early morning parade
Across the firmament did march
By a flypast of early-birds escorted

d.a.simpson