Emily Nored

The early morning dew

glistens in the pale light

Shadows begin to dance gracefully

over coarse ferns and awakening flowers,

prying open tender buds

with their fingertips

They envelop the light in their comforting cloaks for safe keeping

until the time comes to depart,

for they know the sweet-smelling honeysuckles

will close,

the carefree chirps of the birds

will cease,

and the glowing orange of the sun

will fade once again,

bathing the world in moonlight

and dancing shadows