Light staggers in
between the clouds
that garland sky
in pink-shot grey
with bloodstains
at the edges
as the world wakes
and stretches
shaking loose
the birds and bees
and feral cats that
prowl and bat at
toads retreating
from the light
that dries the
traces of the dew
sweet grass
silvered turns
to green
the day
is all
on go.
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a very interesting poem, midnight. visual and striking, jane s