ENGLISH MORNING

One morning it was cold.
Dressing, I didn't think about it
If I had, I wouldn't arise
From a snugly bed.

That morning it was cold,
But beautiful too.
Green grass wet underfoot
Leaving a trail where I walked.

The air was misty and damp
The sun trying lazily to warm the day
With a stray beam or two
Even the birds sang half asleep.

Out on the street the roads were wet,
Cars hissing on the road,
Fogged, lights on and wipers slashing
Moisture from the windscreen.

As I approached the bus stop
A little gray mouse, feeding under the seat
Skittered into a friendly hedge
Leaving me wondering.

Except for the mouse, it's like that today
Here on another continent
But here the rain puts out a bushfire
Rejuvenating all that grows.

 

Dawn McDonald
© October 2003