Push the dark veil away ---
dawn becomes another day.
The precise freshness
of each dewdrop disappears,
diamond earrings hanging
from grass blades reluctantly go.

Specks, settled during nightly hours,
swirl and rise angrily,
Still sleepy farmers high
on their noisy tractors
draw straight lines in red soil.

All sounds elide make
a chorus, a single note of life,
pulsating quietly around.
Birds stop calling their individual songs
some still insistent, some joyous.

All sounds now blend into
day's musical masterpiece
allegre and crescendo.


Sun starts scorching summer's colors.

Marjon van Bruggen
15-09-20