Caught in that first instant,
That first
take from a distance
There appeared
from the Woodlands edge
A kind of low
misty apparition
Almost like a
cloud of drifting smoke
Emerging from
the tree line
Of course, when I got closer I realised
It was just
the flowering Hawthorn
Stepping into the garden,
The wet grass beneath
my feet
Everywhere fresh with
morning dew
The air honeysuckle
sweet
The dew drops
glistening,
The sunlight weakly
warming
It’s so good to be
alive
At the dawn of another
morning
It’s my favourite time of day
Is a special time, a
magical time
A time for romancing
lovers
For shared enjoyment
Or solitary reflection
A time to drink in the
vistas
Along with the
cocktails
My favourite time of
day
Boasts awe inspiring
displays
Whether over the open
sea,
Beyond distant
mountains,
Over prairie or
savannah,
Or painting barren
desert
Or colouring the icy
tundra
Illuminating a city
landscape
Whether it’s across
the river
Or behind the gas
works
It’s a special time, a
magical time
It’s my favourite time
of day
When the sun sets
They appear morning
Noon and night
They swell and grow
Rise and fall
And dissolve and
shrink
They are sometimes
thick
Sometimes thin
They are sometimes
dense
Sometimes transparent
They move fast and
slow
They cross treetops
and fields
Lakes and seas
Homes and factories
Deserts and swamps
Tropical rainforests
And arctic tundra’s
They are beautiful and
familiar
Strange and dramatic
They are myriad in
form and shape
A face, a mountain, a
fish
They are brown and
gray
Steel blue and black
Yellow and gold
Lilac and pink
But mostly clouds are
white
As the storm front closes in
The Gulls desert the cliff top
To find safe haven deep inland
And wait for the storm to stop
The fishing boats bob and dance
Driven by weather to the south
Making slow progress in the swell
As they approach the harbour mouth
