Form: Hymnal Measure

As dawn is breaking bells ring out
Across the frosty dew;
The whistling birds then sing and shout
To bid the night adieu.

The early sun so softly glows
Against brisk winter wind;
My stream babbles as it flows
And dreamy thoughts rescind.

The clamour of the city streets
Echoes the shrill alarm;
And early morning market treats
Return a sense of calm

©JGFarmer2009