Night’s Dewy Deed

by Alicia Beckwith


In morning sun diamonds shine

Twinkling in grassy line

Drops of dew reflect each bead

Of night’s cool dewy deed

As sky warms new day

Making light the way

Cresting hilltop’s grey haze

With its warming yellow rays.

Mists along meadows rise

Revealing details of what lies

In each furrow and glen

Every creek, every bend

Waking all that sleep

To what His day will reap.

Alicia Beckwith is a local poet and has been writing poetry for four decades.  Her poems have been published in book collections and magazines.