On the breath of the morning

 

On the breath

of the morning,

the new sun reaches high.

Tugging at the blinds

covering the sky,

and unleashes light.

The pigeons swoop down

looking for scraps.

The cat watches intently,

hackles raised on skin,

hunting instinct kicking in.

Waiting to strike.

 

The greens look

so different

at this time of day.

A vibrant glow

in the Day-Glo

orange and yellow.

The blinding light

hurts the eyes,

but gives hope

that this day

may be the

best of your life.

 

I often miss this,

for in blissful

dreams I play

and the over-eager 

early worm

gets devoured

at the start of day,

but today, I watch

as the trees sway.

Clouds stay away.

No rumbles of thunder,

no grey rain threatening

to swamp us under.

Just beauty.

 

On the breath of the morning,

the singsong sound of birds,

floats around,

bees buzz to accompany,

to harmonise, to emphasise.

The sound hits my ears

like the colours 

that dazzle my eyes.

Beauty 

but twice as nice.

 

 

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