Wednesday, February 2, 2011


Wrapped around in morning mists
Hazy seconds trickle down
As one by one the rays of light
Kiss those leaves and kneel on roofs
Yawning then with gentle ease
In that morning winter breeze.

Far from cluttering clangs of cars
Or from shrill-pitched rants of night
This, the fragile time of peace
When all the dozing limbs of mind
Round and round the light uncoil
And girdles fresh the dew-lipped mind
Before the unpurged day invades.

1 comment:

Robert said...

Dozing limbs of mind and dew-lipped mind coming on a bit strange.Retain the superbly phrased dew-lipped one and replace the previous one if possible.A freshening poem.