best time of the day
between sleeping and waking
these quiet moments
best time of the day
between sleeping and waking
these quiet moments
the first bird tweeting
cat purrs and dog breathes a sigh
the warmth of my bed
those waking moments
a passing plane, early traffic
tick-tock goes the clock
first cars of the day
squeeze by on the lane outside
sounds like it’s raining
over the Earth’s rim
a tentative sun peeps out
women clear rubble
as the leaves darken
sun assumes its autumn stance
oblique shadows fall
timeless afternoon
meeting friends of thirty years
sharing memories
passing by our gate
morning walkers and their dogs
a bowl licked quite dry
a hot upward draft
scrapes a branch against a wall
a dozing bird blinks
heatwave continues
spiders spin webs in the shade
hoping for dewdrops
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
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