Tag: dawn

(i)
October dawn
grey but reaching into gold
mornings now much lazier and cold

so quiet too since songbirds
keep their aubades* unexpressed
young, hungry, clamour hollow in the nests

A few tune up, sporadically
thin wintry songs in minor keys so sweet
I reach across the empty sheet 

already feeling bleak. I had not sensed
you stir, nor heard the shutting door 
the bathroom light your au revoir

(ii)
there is mourning to be had early, each morning
but re-birth and babies too. Memories of May
or June and torn from bed a mother is hastening
to rock and swathe and hold an infant in esurience
dawn rays pierce her sleepy head
hair haloed gold, like all Madonna's wear

which slips each night between the sheets
his arms enfolding each caress, withholding
urgency from lust. With kisses speaking
wordlessly of love possessed, eternal
till dawn's clear parting of the days
and sun ups shedding light 
on just how unattached
we always are, to ever after.

*pronounced like o-bard

For my MTB: Critique and Craft prompt: ‘Morning has broken‘ we are writing ‘aubade‘ poetry which both evokes and greets the dawn and/or is the bitter-sweet parting of lovers at first light