In this still hour of darkness
before morning's begun
when the night time remains
with mere vestige of sun
you'd be forgiven for thinking
it just wouldn't come
and that darkness forever
would be the deal done
But if you did you would always
miss out on the fun
for this time of day
is a long way from glum
It's a time when the writer
finds words which just flow
when inspiration has tangible
substance you know
and the lines just appear
with the syntax to flow
to craft into stories
for poets to show
So one day you should visit
at daylight's first glow
as in your heart I am sure
you know it's where to go
So we all walked back to Charmouth
early morning 'round sunrise
with mist in all the valleys
and a glow atop the rise
Took us about an hour
then we walked right back again
as the sun climbed higher brightly
in the east from whence it came
The splendour nature offered
all around was as a treasure
which all of us admired
good measure for good measure
And with dewdrop diamonds shining
we felt enriched beyond decree
in this really special place
where we wandered peacefully
Walked out for some exploring
early morning of the day
found the Five Bells atop the hill
saw sheep and lambs at play
the sun gleamed on the tower
of the church down in the village
as a big tractor passed me close by
avoiding country spillage
And down beyond the crossroads
found the Charmouth river trail
which I will follow later on
for more adventures to regale
Then it was back for breakfast
Croissants, coffee and some jam
here in our Dorset haven
where on holiday I am
And this morning
the glorious sunshine pervaded
so wondrously
that I was persuaded
though it didn't take much
if the truth be told
as when one is faced
by mornings of gold
it is really and truly
abundantly clear
that June has arrived
and the summer is here
These early mornings
I’ll attest
are good for me
the very best
The gentle rain
just after dawn
with still the air
of new day born
And solitude
where here about
a whisper sounds
just like a shout
I relish this
the quietning time
as it is almost
wholly mine
Five in the morning
September, still dark
and as usual midweek
I’m up with the lark
The world is still silent
the night not yet done
though a tinge in the East
shows the morning has come
And a whisper seems loud
like a shout as my pen
scratches the surface
with sounds now and then
As words from my mind
find the surface and lay
fresh on the paper
with something to say
And I love this still time
it is as a friend
a comfort and solace
on which to depend
It instils inspiration
unmeasured and free
to use and exploit
by the poet in me
Today I will probably work for a while
I’ll start about eight I would think
But first I’ll sit here and look at the world
as I’ve still some more coffee to drink
It’s raining today and the sky is all grey
yet still with hardly a breeze
But from the way that people are dressed up out there
I’ll not venture out lest I freeze
Today I will probably stay warm indoors
I’ll listen to music and smile
cosy and snuggled and comfy and home
where I’m happy to stay for a while
...all about me and my life in words. I write most days, carrying an ideas book around in which I capture a word snapshot of life around me. So there's a lot here about Sussex and the sea and anything else I see that inspires.
The pictures are mine too. Some taken to match a poem; some poems written to match a pic; others chosen because they work well with words written.
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