At dawn the yellow orange disc appears
And chases out our night time fears
It casts a light on eastward face
And holds westward trunks in silhouette.
The wren and robin raise their song
The cold chill night they suffered long
Before they feed their thanks they give
A new years day, a chance to live.
At night our dreams whirl though our head
Images play soundless, or evil’s said,
As we drop off the downy cliff
Worrie’s bungees jerk us back to life.
Our body pleads for for gentle sleep
Rues and woes do harvest reap,
Ear ringing loudest in the still,
‘Til rain drops splatter on the sill.
Then sweetly comes that inner dawn
That sleep had come and now is morn
Once more the troubles of the night
Have passed and woes are passing light.
The blue tit flits atop the tree
Bright as a flame on candle, see
His calls to gather family in
As feeding, breeding must begin.
So dawns the sun on all our days
And lights our ways with grey or rays
Whether east or west lies our road
Let choice be ours as how we strode.
So act for today, plan for a little
But worry less, others consider,
Ease their burden, make it light,
And don’t eat the Stilton late at night.
Steve Jenkins 1 Jan 2013