Classic Poem

He woke in the dawn and saw in front of the house the treetops and pale sky beyond,
the darkness between the trees fading, and then the trees clear in the fresh blue day.

The dew lay in large drops over the grass beside the walk.
Birds were hopping about, robins large among the sparrows,
and from the bay gulls swung silently overhead.

The smell of coffee filled the screened porch. Her glance bid him welcome.
The sunlight edged its way along, and when she walked through it,
her yellow hair and the white flesh of her hands shone.