morning sky fresh flinted
dew or the memory of yesterday’s rain
waiting and watching and watching and waiting
and finally the sunrise
morning
my dreams are habit forming
my dreams are habit forming
glossing the darkest days mistakes
until
with patience
the apricot morning breaks
nightingale morning
nightingale morning
air glass cold
cloud-free sky warning
fortunes untold
The light bounces back
My kitchen window looks onto the back of a sheltered accommodation block. Cats prowl on the grass below. In the morning, in spring and summer mornings, in clear spring and summer mornings, the sun shines onto the red-brick walls and bounces back to light my kitchen.
This morning I waved to the old man whose name I don’t know and he waved back. Today the reflected light shone out from his eyes. He smiled and pulled the curtains shut again.
early morning sky
early morning sky
sun slides upwards through bare trees
dogs bark. foxes cough
Night wish
May dreams’ slow flight light the golden way to morning
Daybreak makes my day
Daybreak makes my day;
the lowering of the winter evening brings a soft end to the struggle.
Then dreams until they are broken.
Early alarm
Early alarm.
Early train.
Trees edge their upmost branches above the drowning fog.
Arrived early.
Building closed.
Found 50p piece though.
Morning sunlight
His eyes flickered and opened. Her eyes flickered shut. Her lips curved slightly. He settled his head on the pillow again. Morning sunlight.
Ah, Dunedin summer days!
Ah, Dunedin summer days!
At four in the morn the sweet cry of the gull,
The snappy smack of fist on cheekbone as the last revellers chatter and twinkle their way back home,
Backslapping, snappy smacking, gulls crying,
Oh, my Edinburgh days.
simonsalento 