Early Morning Moon
Here is the moon in the wee small hours,
when most folk are deeply asleep.
It came and went as the clouds rolled by,
when I snapped its light to keep.
Now after weeks and weeks of drought
and forty-eight hours of rain,
I wake for breakfast, pleased to find
the sun rules our domain.
Seeds have sprouted, seedlings grown,
flowers have opened their eyes.
So it's only nettles I need to weed,
which comes as no surprise.
The birds return, to chatter and feed,
the pheasant croaks his arrival.
Seems all we need is rain and sun
(and health) to ensure survival*.
© Celia Warren 2020
*Vitamin D and Zinc help, too, as they strengthen our immune system.
First day of May! I had been looking forward to not needing to write a poem today, after the month-long challenge through April, but then this one squeezed itself into my blip. It can't go on!