Scent of New Day.
Starting early in dawn's high-country fields
Scent of morning arises when farmers,
Asleep under snoring duvets,
must yield
To the crowing of rooster-sound rather
Like boys facing homework,
and sleepily
Leave the togetherness of warm femaled
Bed before heading, quick-trousered,
to peep
Outside and judge whether sun has impaled
Morning mist after night's woolly
iced effort
To beat dropped lambs into after-birth cold.
Raw hitch-plough field's scent of new day
shows it left
Only bleating, night-watch limps into the fold
Followed by farmers, who,
still counting sheep
And blessings leave all the rest in God's keeping.
sonetta
so atmospheric and engages all the senses.....!
so atmospheric and engages all the senses.....!
Shashendra Amalshan
Hmmmm, another fine poem Fay which sent a tranquil pill through my veins. Beautiful
Hmmmm, another fine poem Fay which sent a tranquil pill through my veins. Beautiful
Susan Jarvis
I'm breathing in every palpable sensation in this truly beautiful poem - I especially like the 'warm femaled bed' and 'heading quick-trousered' - some superlative imagery in this triumph of a poem. :)
I'm breathing in every palpable sensation in this truly beautiful poem - I especially like the 'warm femaled bed' and 'heading quick-trousered' - some superlative imagery in this triumph of a poem. :)
Mike
What a perfect picture you paint, your words perfectly describe this bucolic paradise...
What a perfect picture you paint, your words perfectly describe this bucolic paradise...
T A Ramesh
Beginning go pastoral day is well expressed here!
Beginning go pastoral day is well expressed here!
PrEmJi PrEmJi
scent of the wet land the scent of god!
scent of the wet land the scent of god!
carol
warm and tender is this poem
warm and tender is this poem
Ency Bearis
A wondeful morning you painted here with your words, fresh and cool
A wondeful morning you painted here with your words, fresh and cool
Ken e Hall
Like being on a farm when you read the wonderful lines in a kind of wooly earthy style from dawn to dusk...great read regards
Like being on a farm when you read the wonderful lines in a kind of wooly earthy style from dawn to dusk...great read regards
Karin Anderson
Fay, this is so glorious and there is so much to take in with all its descriptive wonder. I love 'warm femaled and quick- trousered, to beat dropped lambs into after-birth cold'. You place your comments in the most perfect places as always as you know the rise and flow of breath when Scent of New Day begins.
Fay, this is so glorious and there is so much to take in with all its descriptive wonder. I love 'warm femaled and quick- trousered, to beat dropped lambs into after-birth cold'. You place your comments in the most perfect places as always as you know the rise and flow of breath when Scent of New Day begins.
Lynda Robson
Lovely atmoshperic write, I can almost smell the new dawn from here xx
Lovely atmoshperic write, I can almost smell the new dawn from here xx
Sandra Martyres
You bright out the essence of farm life so vividly in this well crafted piece Fay...I like "the bleating night-watch is limping into the field"
You bright out the essence of farm life so vividly in this well crafted piece Fay...I like "the bleating night-watch is limping into the field"
A SUPERB AND WARM POEM. TFS. KIND REGARDS, JOHN