Friday Poem: Morning

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Personally, I think that winter mornings are best spent in a warm bed, with tea and toast to hand.Most days I have to get up and get on with life, though. I wrote this piece early one morning when I didn’t have to get up for a while.

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No sun yet,
but enough light
that the sky shows
blue,
and clouds
reveal and conceal
the rind of moon
gleaming
in the northern sky.

In the eastern window
clouds sail past
as stately as galleons
and the light grows,
staining the clouds
with pink.

Still no sun,
but
it’s coming,
it’s coming.fog edit 3

I took these photos on the way in to work this morning (I was the passenger – it’s okay!). It was foggy when we left Moyston, cleared after Carol’s Cutting, and was foggy again when we reached Ararat. Ah, winter…fog edit 4

 

 

 

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