Poem of the Month: April 2008

My own take on a spring morning, with the deepest respect to Cat Stevens and Christina Rossetti...

the morning has broken 


Sunrise
The morning has broken.
A great red, jagged piece of it hangs in the sky;
the sound of its breaking
striking a thousand different notes
and bringing me out of the house to stare
at its destruction. 
Sitting and watching those other lovers
in their youth and beauty,
night and illusions are over,
as outside the air is charged with change;
the green and yellow of new growth
have become
the colours of mourning. 
The morning has broken.
A great red, jagged piece of it hangs in the sky;
the sound of its breaking
striking a thousand different notes
and bringing me out of the house to stare
at its destruction.
           


   
© James Nash, Deadly Sensitive (Grassroots Press) 1999