In this still dark morning hour
before the day has yet begun
by water still and icy cold
with absence of a warming sun
All is quiet so with tippy toe
by the canal I slowly tread
as signs of life on longboats close
dimly light the path I’ve led
And I am as intruder here
so quickly on my wintry way
I wend my path so resolute
determination for another day
For this is not my place and I
a stranger from a stranger land
with accent far from recognised
remove myself with pleasure and…
©Jemverse
Photo – early morning on the canal at Shipley, West Yorkshire, UK – Jempics
Jan 30, 2020 @ 07:17:27
Hours reading your words
went cover-diving at 2a.m.
took my device with me
just two more pieces I said
& perhaps I’ll dream
of waking yellow skies
golden sea-washed sand
hear the sea gulls
smell the salty air
& say good-morning
to a stranger walking
on the shoreline there
at Shoreham by the sea.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Jan 30, 2020 @ 07:27:30
Wow D’lea, I am honoured, humbled and delighted all at the same time. Thank you so much and I’m so pleased you like what I write. Jem
LikeLike
Jan 30, 2020 @ 14:23:23
You’re welcome Jem. Your words are my pleasure & inspiration. Oh what a greedy grin flashed across my face when I saw how extensive your index was! Truth be told dear English poet, I’m musing you! With aloha, D’lea
LikeLiked by 1 person