The mist adorns the nestling hills, <br />and on the air, one hears the trills, <br />of the waking birds, as one and all, <br />give out their melodious morning call. <br /> <br />A hush descends across the scene, <br />where one can effortlessly glean <br />a sense of peace and tranquil calm, <br />a kind of comfort, a kind of balm, <br />that slowly seeps into one's soul. <br /> <br />And then an adventurous nosy mole, <br />is glimpsed, emerging from his hole, <br />in this so quiet and peaceful knoll. <br /> <br />A nest of robins greet the sun, <br />and paint the day with colours spun, <br />proudly displaying their blood red breasts, <br />against the green leaves. Then on the crest <br />now, is seen the rabbits, venturing abroad, <br />standing regimental, as with one accord, <br />they quickly sniff the new and freshening air, <br />each one alert to trouble, fully aware. <br /> <br />What beauty here, what a fine ethereal view, <br />kissed with affection by the morning dew. <br /> <br />© Ernestine Northover<br /><br />Ernestine Northover<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/kissed-with-affection/
