Photo @ripato

GREY DAWN

A steel grey flinty dawn

Greets me with

The same promise as

The golden dawn

Of yesterday

Yet I turn away

And look inward

To the troublesome

Face of life

Why so

The somber smile

Of today’s dawn

Holds the same

Promise as every other

I set my day only once

How many times

When the mist

Of morning lifts

And sun burns through

The torpor of

Early mornings sleep

Do I regret the choice

I made just hours ago

To dwell inside my

Home and mind

It’s too late I say

And watch the puff

Of the first sunny breeze

Flit by with time

I could have had

Too much effort

It’s not effort though

But choice

Think of the sunny morn

That turns to drizzle

Then rain

It seems fresh somehow still

The day was set

By the same watchmaker

I wake up with

Every day