farm morning

Softly, muted Morning creeps
Over the crest of the dark looming mountain
Does joy come with her
As promised?

Dew bejewelled grasses scatter their diamonds
As small birds breakfast on tiny seeds
Excited urgency
A hungry night of waiting is at last over

In the tiny cottage nestled high in the curve of the slope
Cream curtains twitch
Checking if Morning has arrived
And she's here!
With a burst of yellow wellies and tangled hair
The little one charges over to collect the eggs
At her heels, faithful friend panting warmth into the crisp air
Punctuating the stirring silence with his gruff bark

Smoke curls up out of the cottage chimney
Wafting with it that distinctive smell
Porridge too hot catching the bottom of the pot
Morning shines full and bright
Whatever plagued the dark hours now flung aside
Even babalas-brother ventures out into the light
Squinting cautiously at the new day
Fingers wrapped gratefully
   Around his coffee mug


2014