Totton & Eling at yawn
On a Sunday afterdawn
Birds and beasts have risen long
And are heralding with Naturesong
Quietude grasps with slowly lessening grip
As we gradually into the day do slip
With bleary eyes and crocheted limbs
The darkness of the time it dims
As peace reigns for a moment more;
I stand, applaud, and mutely cry ‘encore!’
GRS 26-10-2014
