if you walk in the early morning,
when the silence is absolute;
when the song of the chiff-chaff,
and the thrush in the tall pines,slice through the silence and
leave it intact.
The seagulls circle in a thermal -
swooping and rising in silence -
as though they dare not break it
with their raucous cries.
The silver water, catching the morning light
slips and slides over the stones
with a gentle sound,
bubbling past the celandine,
the marsh marigold
and the butter burr
all pushing their greedy roots towards
the stream bed.
Tread softly, and savour
the freshness, the newness
that every morning fills the air.
There is a cleanness,
a new beginning
Keep the silence
until the first sound of a car
breaks the moment
and the day begins.
## Photographs from my walk at 7.30am this morning. The swallow is still alone and waits on the wire; the vegetable garden begins to awake with peas, beans and onions in the ground and the strawberry and raspberry plants fed; the first cowslip on the hedgerow bank;
the garden shows off at its best.