Morning Tanka

watching the grey clouds

drifting away as the sun

dominates the sky

the day finally broken

I begin to breathe in fire

 

 

Copyright June 2017

Awoke

 

on these cold winter mornings

I barely hear the sounds of other people

beginning their day

I lie locked in dreams of other places

safe and warm under covers

free from expectations

sometimes I resent the awakening

that realisation when reality comes into focus

this premature knowledge that the day has begun

 

Copyright June 2017