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.