The excitement of an English dawning
So many different shades of grey
Dark to light, night to-day
I really can’t find things poetic to say
I try to describe what it is I am seeing
With fellow poets I should be agreeing
This time of the day I feel so alive
But that little bit might be white lie.
Whispers of light cause such delight
As morning surely progresses
Night has taken its morning time flight
And the day looks wet and quite messy
That’s my attempt finding words for the morning
Here I am sitting down yawning
Enough of this incessant talking
Hot coffee with toast and jam is a calling
