Tuesday, 16 December 2014

Winter / Summer

I hate winter mornings
Waking up not quite sure why
Darkness recedes oh so slow
The blue hue dissipates
To leave an awning of white
Haze, the morning mist

I miss the summers
Warm starlit nights which
Did not glimmer in ice
But laid bare stretched out
Over balmy breeze and boats
Bobbing up over the horizon

Georgia O'Keeffe - Starlight Night, 1917