Before the Light
It’s a watercolour morning
The sky a wash of grey
In the gloom before sunrise
No motion or sound, but for the
raindrops in the river
making broad brush circles
that briefly touch then disappear
subsumed by the water
hidden by the ochre reeds
that huddle in mock attention
waiting for the palette
of dawn to colour the day
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