morning light cutting
across the darkness of night
this liminal space
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#31
at times there are no
words to capture the beauty
of the rising sun
#30
a morning sky so
beautiful, so radiant
in its own splendour
#29
when birds are singing
to welcome the day who could
not be filled with hope
#28
specious-looking sun
promising an early spring
the faintest pink blush
#27
the honking of geese
sharp arrows flying southward
unseasonably
#26
the elm’s signature
fine-cut branches sctratched against
a pale winter sky
#25
still I must get up
shower, dress and clean my teeth
when working from home
#24
wet tyres squishing past
the dim light of a dark day
the warmth of this bed
#23
from above my head
the uhhm of meditation
the creaking of floors
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