When I awake
Early on a winter’s morning
I creep about my house
Straining to soften the creak of the floorboards
Determined not to wake the others
My dazed heads snuffles
As I potter from toilet to bathroom
Bathroom to kitchen
And then
I am taken by surprise
As I catch a glimpse
Of pink, purple, orange, blue and grey,
The golden outline of the new sun's edge
Through my window
And I stand there
Still
In my dressing gown and slippers
A silent witness
Heart swelling with joy
At this precious moment
When I am alone
With this unique sunrise
I, alone
Claim this beauty
As my own
This is my time
My precious alone time
When I am most me
Wondering like 'the mole'
At the impossible beauty of it all
Oct 16, 2016
Oct 16, 2016 at 4:06 PM UTC
When I awake
Early on a winter’s morning
I creep about my house
Straining to soften the creak of the floorboards
Determined not to wake the others
My dazed heads snuffles
As I potter from toilet to bathroom
Bathroom to kitchen
And then
I am taken by surprise
As I catch a glimpse
Of pink, purple, orange, blue and grey,
The golden outline of the new sun's edge
Through my window
And I stand there
Still
In my dressing gown and slippers
A silent witness
Heart swelling with joy
At this precious moment
When I am alone
With this unique sunrise
I, alone
Claim this beauty
As my own
This is my time
My precious alone time
When I am most me
Wondering like 'the mole'
At the impossible beauty of it all
16th October 2016
