The morning is cool almost clear, quite crisp;
There’s a hint of mist on the calm sea.
Grey clouds muscle up above the island –
Gold rimmed as God looms over them
Surveying the creation, glowing heat and life.
The birds whisper: we all pause.
It is early and fresh and promising;
The beauty of the moment is short.
Another wishful dawn flowers.
Nothing stops until your own light sets.
Author: manqindi
Post imperial wind drift. Swazi, British, Zimbabwe-Rhodesian, Irish, New Zealand citizen and resident, now in Queensland, Australia. 10th generation African of mainly European descent.
Catholic upbringing, more free thinker now. BA and Law background. Altar boy, wages clerk, uncle, prefect, student, court clerk, prosecutor, magistrate, convoy escort, pensioner, HR Practitioner, husband, stepfather, father, bull terrier lover, telephone interviewer, Call Centre manager, HR manager, grandfather, author (amateur)
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