The brightness of dawn sparkles with freshness and light, awakening the day.
The crispness is in the air around.
Alert, awake, alive and ready for action.
Hearing the birdsong and breath in the fresh air.
Silence and darkness creeping around.
Pools and spots of light spill down.
Stealth is the way and solitude is the preference.
Fear of noises as unknown eyes glimmer and gleam.
Bang into walls.
Angry shouts in the laneways,
Tin lids clatter and clang.
Sobbing "I love you's"
Doors slamming, wheels squeal
Tiny mouse feet tiptoe up walls
Leaves brush on the roof
Possums clamber up the tin pipe
Rays of sunshine
Nods of hello
Walkers chat to each other
Birds sing to the day
Flowers lift up their heads to welcome the day
Good morning sunshine
Happy to be here
This was something from my Wednesday workshop with Emilie Collyer last week where we had to write about the character associated with the time/s of day. Quite enjoyable once I got into it.