Black velvet air
Unblinking stars cold stare
The lake lay unmoving
The morning a promise
The woods asleep
Leaves silvered with starlight
A canopy
Quiet settled like
A friend sitting close
In a moment
birds will find their voice
But
Now
Silence and peace
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A Little Bit of Everything, With Love 
Oooooooo! yes that moment before the birds start to sing… Perfection.
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Yes, its almost breathless. Thank you so much!
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Beautiful, Lisa.
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Thank you, Dwight!
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Absolutely love your imagery in this poem. You had me with the first line….and then this one,”Leaves silvered with starlight”I can see and feel this predawn with you!
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Thank you, Lillian!
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