Daybreak

Something we all take for granted...and my own take on it

Daybreak

I look at my watch. 

It's time. 

As I watch, the deep blue skies

Slowly turn violet, 

The colour of the flowers

That dot my backyard. 

The first golden strands of light shine through, 

across the distant horizon, 

Illuminating all that I see

Along the distant shoreline,

Banishing the foreboding picture

the trees in the park paint at night, 

And casting its radiant glow upon

The dull, dreary chalet houses nearby. 

Crimson the sky soon becomes, 

The harbinger to the coming day,

And the sun peeks out from the horizon,

And I can imagine it saying,

"Good morning!" to the world. 

Yet the good-natured, spectacular greeting to all

Is ignored time and again

By the grey-clad people with big suitcases, 

On their way to

Another boring day at work. 

Reviews

[Ruth]

The ebb and flow of mundanity - great write hon, the day is never as it seems is it? lol
xx