DAWN PAINTS TURNER
Eloquence of moments,
Tuned, fascinated.
Time when time
Turns visible.
Unfold the dawn:
A wooded hilltop
Crowned with
Swaying light.
A tentative colour
Of cloud,
An increase.
A commitment
To form,
A dance.
A fugue
Of entities,
A cascade
Of certainty.
Quiet
In the windless valley,
Soundless,
But for birdsong.
Spacious and vast
This becoming
Is.
Gaze
On the face
Of delight.
—-
simonhlilly 
I have missed these, Simon. I’m glad I have so many to catch up on!
Just a littlle flurry….
But for birdsong.
Both poem and homage – well done.
Thanks, Mike!
Top-notch writing ~ Pulling in all these elements that seem elementary but existentially pure truth.
Many thanks!