Dawn
beyond white
tinged with grey and pink
rain-washed blue
peeks through
fresh breeze dawn
punctuated by
sporadic bird calls
unwelcome sound
of city traffic
flips my mind
back
back
to a time
of innocence
when chirruping hosts
nested in
bluegums
wattles
acacias
fleeting silence
between darkness
and dawn
alive with joy
tranquil past
rarely revisited
pain of
going there
runs too deep
awakens
longing
feeds
regret
~
Marion lives in Johannesburg, Gauteng with her husband.
You can find Marion’s work at Bleeding Moon Poetry. ~