A poem pubished.
Waking from slumber, the darkness envelopes
but light creeps over the horizon, putting out darkness
slowly the grey is streaked with pinks and peach, mauve
morning is come, greeted by the sweetest joyous song in chorus
of birds who celebrate the newness of day, the growing light.
So many dawns, so many counties, views, I have observed this glory
so much the same and yet unique, and now my harbor is washed in peach,
birds awakened start their song waiting for the sun’s appearance
This is my loved outlook, so many I’ve been, Nowra, Austalia,
always on my mind, and Brussels graven to memory