So often awake at 4am to which I pen a few lines in the darkness – watching , always watching as the eye becomes accustomed to the dark . It is only then that I realise that dark has many forms and colours . Night vision is so depleted in us of the modern world. To watch from then until dawn can be a magical time.
Stripped back to black and white
Gone is the west wind
Engulfed in a monochrome veil
Beyond the rectangle of light.
A black line in the steely grey
Strong is the moorland ridge
A changing etching palette
As the hours stretch on to day.
Sure as rhythms in turn unfold
Clarity of early frost
Draw shapes and forms into focus
Sun lit rays, a thread of gold.
2 thoughts on “From Night to This”
Brilliant – could not agree more xxx
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