Early Morning We Walk

The silence, Meaning only nature, Cooing, Chirping, Twittering. The coolness of shortening shadows, The freshness of the awakening Spring, Breathe deep, The smell of the season’s flora, As the neighbourhood slumbers, As we, Early morning walk. It could be a Monday, Or a Thursday, Or any week day, In these days of different ways, But no, It is Sunday, And still it feels, Unlike the others. No church bells chime, No calling clang, But it is too soon, As, Early morning we walk. But even if later, The church bells are dumb, Redundant, Furloughed, Until a time to ring out, … Continue reading Early Morning We Walk

That Moment When Darkness Confuses (Winter)

That moment when darkness confuses, But wide open eyes see, When confusion heightens awakening senses, When the air is fresh and clear, Cold air smacks unprotected skin, And the stars in their multitudes, Become real, distant, yet near. That moment when he ran down the lane, Darting ahead, Running free, Beneath the star speckled sky, Wanting to be the first, The first to the five bar gate. Cocooned in the warmth of a protective arm. As a finger painted across the endless canvas, The Plough, the North Star, Orion’s Belt, Wonder filled those gazing eyes, When constellations and light years, … Continue reading That Moment When Darkness Confuses (Winter)