Dawn

The colour of orange flesh,

the pink of new-born,

the red of spilt blood

mingle across the sky.

 

A single blackbird

breaks the silence

with a joyful song.

 

Dewdrops on sheaths of grass

with predatory spiders waiting

in intricate webs.

 

Warm bodies rouse,

and tentatively touch

before the shriek of the alarm.

 

The sun rises in the sky,

a tiny child cries,

a new life,

a new day.