Morning
THE sun appeared from in the east and seeingus sleep, decided on a perfect dawnto make us come outside and stroll. It brought bright light to cheer beige corn, which blushed quite pink before going bronze, it dried the dewy grass and opened dark red rosebuds into bloom.
Then blued the pond and warmed the backs of ducks
and swans. When we did not emerge from bed
it chinked through curtains, stretched to touch our heads,
lingering an hour, yet we still dreamt.
And so it snatched a deep black cloud, within
this cloak fumed cold, then sulked and cried big tears.
So roared and swore to stay away all day;
at noon forgot and dropped us one gold ray.
Mary Charman-Smith