Dawnish

last night I slept with the curtains open

the lower boughs of the nearby copse

framed by my small window

anticipating early sun to stream through

it took a few minutes to register that

it was still murky at the first crow-caw

4.47am, the morning’s footlights

weren’t ready to herald the chorus-line

of gently quivering branches

as the backdrop colours rose

from stone blue grey to pallid salmon

black trunk silhouettes morphed to bottle green

an unexpected bold and breezy dawn

whistled through the cracked willow

embarrassed to disappoint me

Published by grahamrsherwood