Tuesday, 23 April 2013

Morning - a poem for Tuesday

April 23rd


Day starts early,
birds communicate
before light shows itself,
then slowly the room lightens,
objects creep from under cover,
patterns redefine themselves,
colours break out of black,
show their true selves,
textures bulk up from
the flattened night
morning is alive in
sound and shape.

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