Early Rising

At 05:00 on a winter morning in January.

The sky is a blue black with an early morning moon.

A simple scimitar,

a slit of cold yellow in a crescent,

superimposed upon an inky pre-dawn world.

It glows through a silhouette of pines,

and a heavy icy fog over frozen roof tiles,

spilling in a golden ribbon

upon the white frosted ground.

The only sound

the ticking clock,

its magical pendulum

mellifluously silent,

and hypnotic

as it whispers to me

'you have these moments

to yourself,

your time,

your time,

your time,

your time...............'

 

31/01/19

Author's Note

Reviews

[Gee]

Best time of the day by far, when most sleep and the natural world begins to stir, the moon being usurped by a slow rising sun. As Christine rightly says some great imagery in your words.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Gee. Hope them scummy carpenters behaved themselves!

[Gee]

That's never going to happen !!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Plane for all to see?

[Gee]

They wouldn't know what to do with one

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Not 'real' chippies then!

[Gee]

Nah, wood butchers. Very few old school tradesmen about now.

[john l smith]

hints of a heavy schedule with a strong appreciation of down time.
I often watch the moon rise through our (fir) trees and it is truly relaxing

Dave B

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Indeed it is a wonderful time of day when there is no one abroad, no pinging emails, no sound. Wonderful. Many thanks.

[Chris Shaw]

You introduce some superb imagery to your readers with these lines. I am a sky gazer myself, so always enjoy poetry, particularly about the pre dawn skies. The silhouettes of pines came through strongly. You write well.

Chris

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Chris and no sultry stuff lol!

[Chris Shaw]

Refreshingly cool :)