The sun is low in the east,
moon up high, north-west.
They kiss my cheeks
as I wander out
to greet the day.
There’s a chill in the air,
a promise in the sky.
Fasten my jacket,
I’m on my way.
Soon it will be dark
at this early hour,
just another month.
I shall stay longer
snuggled up in bed.
Sun peeps over the rooftops,
the moon will soon be gone,
hands deep in my pockets,
no clouds in my head…
<Deleted User> (6315)
Sun 16th Oct 2011 22:03
That is one of the beneifits of dog walking Lynn...although we don't want to be up so early they allow us to see the world before she is truly awake..you have captured the scene so well..nice one Lynn xx
Terry White
Sun 16th Oct 2011 18:28
You did a great job capturing this Lynn.
Philipos
Sun 16th Oct 2011 17:29
Hi Lynn, 'hands deep in my pockets' reminded me of a poem by Fleur Adcock I think called The Immigrant. Yours so well expressed the sudden change of weather tone.
Lol! Thanks for your comments, S&T, much appreciated. This was inspired by walking Benji at 6.20 in the morning before going to work! Thanks again, Lynn xxxx
<Deleted User> (6895)
Sat 15th Oct 2011 23:22
aha!
did,nt let my ignorance show
this time.(having nearly missed 'love games)
this reminds me of so many
woodland Autumn walks we have had,
in which we always ended up
making piles with dead leaves-
lying down on them and......(better not)
you will have the sweats hee hee.
especially loved the last two lines
night night lovely Lady
S&T.xxxxxx
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John Coopey
Sun 16th Oct 2011 22:07
Agree with all the sentiments in the comments, Lynn. Thoroughly enjoyed.