leaping up from bed
when the day starts with promise
things you want to do
leaping up from bed
when the day starts with promise
things you want to do
winter trees ablaze
branches stark on flaming sky
one of nature’s tricks
throwing back the drapes
startled by dawn’s crimson blaze
a moment and gone
time to sit and watch
sunlit water on steel falls
a bronze fish leaping
the paper shredder
whispering a requiem
the visions we shared
hail stones clattering
tight faces behind drawn hoods
lean into the storm
a truck rumbling by
the mind snags, unfinished tasks
colliding with dreams
the house still asleep
I go out in my night-clothes
to sit with the dog
blue skies but the sun
has a frosty countenance
and a nippy mood
sheltered by the peaks
the edge of a weather front
always on the fence
I dream so I write ..
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