Sometimes awakening early can be worth it.


Dublin

dawn
crept upon me
this morning
through the greying
of a blackened room
stirring
from
behind
closed curtains
a fox
scours the garden mist
silent
without chorus
and on
the dew dripping line
the remnants of a life's
tired and weary clothes
were waiting for the sun
to transform
my view to primaries
of blue
and yellow
cloud bright skies
over the bay
below the moon
between the hills
above the
skittling scuttling
world
we know as
Dublin



Poetry by Peter Humphreys
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Written on 2008-04-20 at 08:55

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Kathy Lockhart
what beauty you have painted with your delicate words creating a canvas of poetry. Lovely
2008-04-20


Rob Graber
With its changing colours, a quietly uplifting write IMO.
2008-04-20


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
I find this time of year that I start waking earlier and earlier - there is that something magical about dawn and watching it break through - you describe the feeling and imagery of this so well Peter - its been a while since I was in Dublin but you brought a tinge of memory to match dawn coming in

Elle x
2008-04-20


lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
An enchanting poem Peter about one of the worlds most endearing cities
went thruogh it but twice in a car and got lost around the canals area. i was coming from the car ferry at Dun Laogharie,and heading South to Clonmel where i used to fish .

After that ialways travelled down the coast rd through Bray a lovley poem well done rgds mike
2008-04-20