The sound of morning always seems
To bring it back to me:
Memories of older times,
When all I had was time to be
Alone as sunshine climbed the trees.
The shape of morning
Brings to mind
The long slow rise of heat
Of early summer days,
Of cold floors on bare feet.
The colours of morning are in its shape,
And in the sound it makes;
It shimmers with the light of dawn
And is softened by the sound of birds
Singing without words.
Jimali McKinnon
18 December 2013
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