Beyond the chimney pots
A waning moon glimmers
Bruising the morning sky
Ice crisply snap-crunches
On rain dampened tarmac
Tentatively sliding underfoot
Treading with greatest care
Tomorrow’s sunlight rips
A tear through last night
Yesterday’s owl is heard
But is gone long before
It might have been seen
Shaped snow-capped peaks glint
Against glowering grey skies
Whiteness defines the skyline
Beyond stone walls lights burn
Sunday still lies waiting
Frozen pools catch light
Skeletons of favourite trees
Still waiting to bud and burst
Paused life waiting to happen
Wires crackle life’s messages
Early crows dig out first worms
Before flying nervously away
Natural paintbrushes smearing
Pink lines daubed across the sky
Whilst the sun timidly hides
Pink becomes orange then yellow
Stripes cling to the shapes of dawn
Awaiting inevitable blues
Beyond the wall a pheasant
Struts red blue speckled brown
Cocksure that it was not seen
Bashful sunlight playfully
Tints thick woven cotton clouds
Into soft pink candyfloss
Descending feels steeper
Footings lost regained and lost
As boots glide unexpectedly
Vast road-trapped pools
Reflect upon overnight rain
Their cover melting away
A woodpigeon perches
On the same overhead wire
As it did the day before
Beyond the chimney pots
Sunbursts crack open the day
And I have come home
MAWH, 040218
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