Morning Stirs. Poem by Fay Slimm

Along with fresh bread smell begins bright day.
As morning draws blinds down nightime affairs,
I, from my bed, catch first shining light - rays
Of sunrise breaking, then I breathe in new air.

Trundle of milk-van, halts with a purpose.
Then daylight yields to familiar calls.
Morning stirs early when baker's hand thrusts.
Cool folk move faster before sun's heat palls.

Shriek now from seagull that knows kitchen sound
Which wrestles with radio's tuneful air.
Soon fisherman chatter takes time, around
Cooked breakfast, which I hear in progress out there.

Stirring fresh coffee, my eyes scan the sea.
Diamonds light path as his boat heads for port.
Morning now broken, brings new chance for me
To value each moment this day will have brought.