Saturday, May 19, 2012

A Poem on Saint Dunstan's Day 2012

Early Morning

A Poem



Light struggles to penetrate the low-cloud,
Steady showers pass through form the clouds above.
It is still dark: 
A glow from the Drawing Room fire dances on the wooden floor
Catching its rhythm reflected in the gilt and glass of the Hall mirrors.
A quiet, peaceful morning,  on an otherwise busy Saturday.
Can I resist the urge to reach for the iPad and see what the world will tumble in?



  KBH



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