Morning Memory

MORNING MEMORY When the cold morning air strikes my face Through the open window I think of Edinburgh Always cold fresh bracing as the Scots would say And the pale sunlight of dawn washes the face Of the grimy buildings they seem anew painted The cawing of early crows is the sound of new life in the air A sleepless dog barks in the empty street to show he is alive Morning again is a fresh start for all Like the very first morning of life In the endless blue sky of January I long for the freedom of the Highlands