New Year's Morning, 2021
I rise at dawn and softly spread the curtains
To watch the pale sun rising over rooftops.
The early sky is beautiful:
Long, low clouds in light and shadow,
A palette of pinks and blues
From softest rose to deep purple.
Birds circle the dark, twisting trees.
Magpies sweep to the top for best lookout;
Pigeons bumble for a sturdy perch
Close to the trunk;
Tiny tits ...
Thursday 7th January 2021 4:45 pm
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