Hints of pink kiss the horizon,
Dawn tiptoes across the shadowed land,
She knows that a slow blossoming
is not a waste of time.
A flourish heralds the break of day.
Early birds burst into song… robins and
thrushes and those rascally blackbirds,
then come the bug eaters.
Wrens, black caps and chiff chaff –
poor vision in lowlight.
Glasses might help but the demand
for avian optometrists has not been met.
Every society has its bankers.
Under the guise of waiting for light
sparrows and finches
appear on the scene,
Some freshly suited, others straggle in
ungroomed, their valets obviously
on holiday. They all
The semi from the highway
contributes its rhythm, a missed gear
adds to the composition.
A dog barks, a door opens,
The scent of bacon and coffee brewing –
The kiss before the commute.
Morning begins in increments and over it all,