such a calm morning

whilst only half a world away

a tsunami breaks

one line of a song

feeling of uncertainty

half remembered dreams

in the dark of night

when all that can be heard is

the beat of your heart

a casement window

sparkling frost framing its panes

melting in the sun

my dog asleep her

head resting against my side

my hand on her back

a cold draft playing

curling dust in oosy drifts

time for a spring clean

rows of hills and trees

rise layer upon layer

morning mists drifting

morning light cutting

across the darkness of night

this liminal space

at times there are no

words to capture the beauty

of the rising sun

a morning sky so

beautiful, so radiant

dazed by its splendour