Morn

Wandering through the trees and
feeling the breeze lay its cold hand
on the face that seeks the coming day.

New morn colours drop on the eyes
and the sound of the walking pops
in the air as the birds fly overhead.

And the moon that had its way with night
has to give sway to the garish bold sun
that takes the shadows of the walk away.

 

20/8/2022