The Little Blue Of Morning Poem by Dónall Dempsey

See the shadows
of the loquacious loquat tree

etch & re-etch
themselves

upon my window pane

see how the night
transforms

the shadow of a cat
into a tiger

then the wind
erases the scene

repeats it
again & again

‘till dawn

when spaces in between
the spaces

are tinted with
the little blue of morning

& the loquats
are seen for what they are

the magic & delight
of ripening sunshine

still half awake

till half asleep.