IT’S SIX IN THE MORNING

NIGHT’S SLOW GENTLE RETREAT

THE SUN’S RED SPHERE GLOWING

AS DARKNESS ADMITS DEFEAT

I SIT IN MY OLD CHAIR

AND WATCH NATURE PAINT

WITH FABULOUS FLAIR

DAWN’S BRILLIANT TAINT

THE MIST BURNS AWAY

IN THE VALLEY BELOW

DEW SPARKLES ON HAY

THE CAW OF A CROW

THE BREEZE COMES ALIVE

WITH THE INCOMING TIDE

TUMBLING WATER TIDAL BORE’S DRIVE

FRESH AND SALT WATER MEETING TO RIDE

THE EAGLES ON MORNING BREEZE SOAR

CIRCLING UP , UP AND AWAY

PIERCING EYES SEARCHING THE BOAR

FOR FROLICING SALMON AT PLAY

THIS STORY BOOK SCENE

UNFOLDS AT MY DOOR

THIS MOMENT SO SERENE

I COULD WISH FOR NO MORE…

LUKE

Nov 25th 2007