And gloried in the dawn

 
I rose early, day not yet begun, 
morning-glory on the trellis    
flowers close-furled, hints of blue  
flourish in the rising sun  
clinging close to the rose bud  
waiting bees and hover-flies.  
Night-time moths, wings enfolded  
retreat before the butterfly  
her wings opening, colours  
reflected in the stained glass  
windows within the Gothic arch.  
Pigeons first to welcome day,  
night-time-cats go home.  
Had not dressed, a wine glass,  
full beside the chair,tempting,  
a bottle we had shared replete  
crystals spilling on the table.  
I took the goblet,and its gentle stem  
watched blue flowers on the trellis,  
joined the chorus of birds  
to glory in the dawn.