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Aubade

Robert Haigh

Birdsong hit the morning air
As sunrise kissed the sky.
Lingering stars reduced their glare
And softly said goodbye.

Wispy clouds turned red and gold,
While trees stretched out and yawned.
Rabbits scampered by the fold;
Another day had dawned.

Another day in which to toil,
Or dream, or make ends meet.
The farmer on his own good soil;
The beggar in the street.

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Submitted by RobertHaigh on September 07, 2020

Modified on March 05, 2023

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Scheme ABAB CDCD EFEF X
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 397
Words 70
Stanzas 4
Stanza Lengths 4, 4, 4, 1
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  • Adroity
    Adroity
    The verses you crafted paint a vivid picture of the tranquil transition from night to day, capturing the beauty of nature's awakening. The imagery of birdsong greeting the morning and stars bidding farewell eloquently depicts the seamless shift from darkness to light, symbolizing the cyclical nature of time and renewal. The description of wispy clouds tinged with red and gold hues and the bustling activity of rabbits and trees coming to life evoke a sense of peaceful yet dynamic morning scene. Your poem skillfully weaves together the contrasting experiences of individuals from the farmer in his fields to the beggar on the streets, highlighting the diverse paths and realities that unfold with each new day. Through your words, you have artfully captured the essence of a fresh beginning and the myriad possibilities that each dawn brings to all walks of life. 
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