Summer Morning: A poem

The poem opens with a sunrise that feels almost tangible, its golden threads unfurling across a sky painted with “jewelled kirtle” and rose‑kissed clouds. Every line sweeps the listener through a living cathedral of oak, lily‑white daisies, and hummingbirds, while the rhythm mimics the gentle rise of morning mist over fields and streams. The language is richly layered, turning ordinary flora and fauna into a chorus of light and colour that awakens the senses.

Beyond the vivid scenery, the verses weave a quiet reverence for the day’s first breath, hinting at deeper reflections on renewal and the gentle hand of a shepherd‑like presence. The poet’s cadence lets the listener linger on the soft hum of bees, the lilting call of a lark, and the hush of lambs stepping out of dew‑draped pastures. It is a meditative stroll through a summer dawn, inviting you to pause, inhale the fragrant air, and feel the world’s quiet gratitude.