Just after the dawn

In the first moments after dawn,
as the sun washes the landscape clean and begins colouring the trees and buildings around you
in gentle pastel,

If you’re lucky enough to see the dawn;
If you happen to be standing, watching, shaking the sleep from bleary eyes,
rubbing your hands across your face and wondering what the day will bring;

As the first gentle light seeks you out and you look a few meters away for details,
you might realise just how dark it still is…. how little of what lies ahead is clear.
As the sun’s tentative warmth reaches out and gently kisses your forehead,
you might realise just how cold the night has been,
and suddenly shivering, head indoors to find hot strong coffee.

There is a time before the light has won.There is a moment
every morning
when darkness seems about to reclaim the world
and keep it for its own.

We seek out against the greying world
companions in a firm belief.A light appears in the darkness
and the darkness will not drag it down.

Any Moment Now

There’s a time before the dawn
where light becomes a promise.
A certainty that in moments
the world will shift slightly on its axis,
and light will spill across the landscape.

In those few minutes,
as the hunted and the hunting night-animals
scuttle, slink and swoosh their ways home,
the breeze murmurs softly of the coming day
gently warning you of the heat, the rain, the bluster on their way.

If you stand there quietly in the dark pre-dawn…
shivering slightly
sniffing the wind, straining your eyes against the darkness
you can know…
just know…

that  in moments
the looming black shapes surrounding you
will resolve into the familiar things that make your home.
That in seconds, the light will begin
to wash away the darkness…
that direction will be found,
that warmth will be provided,
that new possibility will arise.