The magic hour,
the re-birth of God’s sun
on the silent redgold-emblazoned horizon,
spilling wild gold light in immeasurable delight
on leaf and branch
and slender blades of dew-kissed forest grass,
your hand in mine,
and the dawn chorus
bringing Heaven’s
sacred hymns of joy
to this forest garden
as the day seeps in.
(17 September 2011)
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