A June Sunrise

Some poems burst into the world so suddenly that they seem to write themselves. The words to this one poured out of me early this morning, as I sat drinking my first coffee, looking through the window at the thick clouds and remembering a recent sunrise that I felt so blessed to witness.

A June Sunrise

Dressed before dawn
For a morning meander,

Past bubbling hedgerows
And cottongrass pillows.

Down a moonlit track
To the shore and wrack,

Where the herons wait
And oystercatchers wade.

I wander barefoot
Upon wet and rippled sand,

Filling my pockets
With pebbles and cockles.

Daybreak enlivens the sky
Like a fiery dragon’s eye;

It’s glare bright and golden,
Turning the tide to molten.

Sun-kissed sea pinks
Glisten in the salty mist,

And banks ablaze with gorse
Shine like a thousand flaming suns.

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~ It may need a little tweak in places but I’m happy with how it is for now ~