Morning has mended

Here’s to the gently stretched legs- To the sleepy roll over; furtive clock glances. A grin. The ‘not yet up time’. Before anything moves but colour, peaceful in cool sheets rippling as waves on dawn’s sea. Just before the birds wake, In this womb of light.   Copyright Tom Tide 2017  

Blue Dawn

The birds do it right, singing in each new day. Happy, regardless of what is planned (or unplanned). I am listening now, warm in my bed. Sleepy. There’s no contest between them: There are spaces and cues between each bar. Rippling together in a murmuration of sound. Setting themselves up for the day.   ©…