Tuesday 22 June 2010

Early one morning


The garden belongs to itself at 5 a.m.  


 I am not expected.


There is a cool independent air.
The business of the day has commenced
needless of my presence.


The virginal sky receives the red-eye. 


New light investigates
dark corners.


Poppies


undress.


Bees


move in.

Suddenly tired,
I go back to bed.


4 comments:

  1. Nana and those emerging poppies complement each other.

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  2. A glimpse of the sacred at that hour ...

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  3. Typo errors; disturbed sleep patterns; strawberry bellinis...
    Do I detect a fellow traveller on the primrose path - of dalliance?!

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  4. How lovely, Lucille, text, photos and music. Thank you.

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