It’s a gift
It’s a gift as I wake in the morning
the sun in the east rising, across the six square panes,
four full of sky, two where the landscape’s fields divided
hedges, trees
slowly tinged and tinting, gaining depth and shadows, definition
as the sun in the east rising, pinks and gilds
streaks by palette knife applied, unstinting
a gift in the morning dawning, soul-soother
unfurrowing the brow and heart
de-creased before the day’s begun.
October 9th 2020, Hounoux
Oh I know that gift! Your guest bedroom bestows the same one. Delightful use of de-creased. I shall never hear the word in the same way again! xx
ReplyDeleteAnd you'll see that morning dawning view more frequently than me, Clare! Our hearts quite often need de-creasing / unfurrowing don't they!
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