THE NEUTRAL HOURS

By Brickybard

I love the pre-dawn half-light,

flowers waking colours in their beds,

blur of roses on the shed,

the first bird breaking the silence.

I’m back in bed with a drink,

too early to rise and think of

doing anything but wait

for the hours to catch up;

the dimmer-switch sun

teasing the horizon.

These are the neutral hours,

to read a book, write a poem,

come-to slowly from a dream.

I love the lazy squander of time

stood still, the silence from the kitchen

before the clatter of plates:

the day waiting to get dressed.

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