Cool Morning

Cool Morning

 Cool morning,

seedbed of the day,

coming through the shadows

of the ebbing night.

Falling on the follicles

of our skin

with a crisp embrace.

Quiet morning,

sounds are still,

birds have faces folded

in the feathers of their breast,

their song a sunrise away.

Still morning,

barely a stirring,

so little traffic around the streets,

shuffling footfalls of other walkers,

the occasional car whirring,

its lights a brief blink of light

in the deep, dark pre-dawn.

Gentle morning,

A moment of peace

Before the pace of life quickens.

 

Simon C.J Falk                        20 March 2014

 

 

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