Awoken
Scopes | Sunday 11th July 2010
One of many poems about sleep.
Awoken one morning to misty ground
January’s month has come around
The frost on the grass a beautiful sight
I look at Nature’s ceiling, it’s pure white
Beams of light break through the cloud
Shimmers and sparkles on the ground
A song from a bird, a laugh from a drake
A shout for breakfast, I’m running late.
Comments
Ben Howcroft
really like the descriptive simplicity in this one, the small things. especially the line about nature’s ceiling.