Dawn coming late

Dawn comes late

to the marl lake,

shielded by the weight

of chalk bastions

from early sorties.

Dawn comes late;

it doesn’t break here

but tumbles in its rising

like a morning psalm,

chanted by fieldfares.

Yawning awake,

the lake shines its face

to the tardy sun,

its surface rhythming

in the waking breeze.

Though I am alone

in witness

this is not loneliness

but soulitude.

Come the morning

Christmas (Come the morning)

Come the morning

sparkled bright and clear

when drear night turns away.

Come the morning

cloudless with angels,

new as fresh snow,

guiltless.

Come the morning

unspoiled, unbroken,

unambiguous

before the bigamy

of disparate ideals.

Come the morning

with the clarity

of freshly sprung water.

Come the morning

smelling of newborn.

Come the morning

and the gentle cries

of the child.

Come the morning.

Dawn

The glistened jewelling of sunlight

paints its dappled sparkle

on the softly breathing sea.

Dawn draws back the curtain

and day seeps in

playing gently on cloudy pillows

tugging at the sheet of night.

Glittered lights ride the ripples

as they jostle in their journey  

into morning.

Another day begins.

at the stones

 

 

timeless gaps

and ancient pathways

shadowed prayers

and festal songs

chanting ghosts

call sunray guests

morning delivers

its mutant light

virgin dawn

treads the day softly

a sacrifice

in the making

A coven of three

A coven of three

3am: in the gentle breeze of the garden
escaping the clam of sweat
and the calm of cleep.
Me, the familiar cat and the whim of God -
a coven of three within the cloak of night.
The smoked-glass whisper of the moon
occasionally breeching the gossip of clouds;
the caress of coolness
charming away the night's oppression.

Whose soul are you cat ?
Black and white guard companion at my feet
on the parched summer-grass.

3.42am: the embryo of day.
Breaking of song - a blackbird's bidding prayer
long before the sun lays down its carpet.
Dangerous trees still cling
to their shadowy nakedness
postponing their morning dresses.

4.00am: the early shift begins.
Choristers on roofs and branches
as the genesis of day
begins its pastel revelation.