Grey Break

 

Inquisitive whiskers appear from damp burrows,
Twitching and itching for morn’s sunlit warmth,

Floodwaters recede to leave alluvial field,
Richer for sleeping under winter’s silt shield,

Where Kingflashers fish, quarreling coots diss a grebe,
That sways to display, festooned with green weed,

The prodigal sun springs diurnal, 
At grey breaks dawn chorus,
Mistily rising to lay beauty before us.