Dawn. Poem by Res John Burman

Old man like me, I need my rest,
Three, maybe four hours at best,
But that puts my head just right,
Sleeping on the Black Breast of Night.

When I leave my bed it is so neat
To put walking shoes upon my feet
Life greets me fresh each early morn
The amethyst nippled pink breast of dawn.

Oh what a way to start the day,
Walking round the edge of old Mounts Bay
Where Atlantic Current from Mexico
Meets the cold English Channel flow.

And to the East and overhead
Nights navy blue turns savage red,
And then the red to pink and blue,
To greet another day so new.

This is the way I start my day,
Whenever age and pain say I may,
And though I may be past my prime,
I’m getting younger all the time!

(20th February 2008)