DAWNING
GLOOM
The time of year for dawning morning gloom
is here
Our home is still held in the grip of the deep
dark night
Heading downwards to jump-start another shift
in time
Probing and feeling the way as the coming day
breaks
The brightest autumnal stars which pin-point
the sky
Modestly hidden by the cool earth’s slate-grey
blanket
The Hunter flings them all aside to stand erect
and proud
Blazing Betelgeuse still burning at his broad
shoulder
Flickers of blue bright bring promises of
imminent dawn
Still, the coldest crisp air awaits us as
we embark upon
Another morning’s duplication of
yesterday’s rat run
Our breath clouds visibly - still to be
warmed by the sun
Ascending the hill to morning’s pausing
thinking spot
Artful sky painters are still setting up
their palettes
The show’s star’s still making up beyond
the curtains
Grey and gloom can never truly satisfy as a
warm-up act
Not to be disappointed shutterbugs stay
hidden away,
As yet unmanifested majesty will remain uncaptured
Continuing on, not stopping to stare
gloomily at the gloom
Soon - but too late - it will explode
behind me blindingly
Martin A W Holmes, October 2016
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