Noveyre

Morning Porridge

Dreamily, the dale is filling 

with moonlit water off the ridge 

melting cold stone to silt

and 

sounds the kettle for the porridge; 

  

The vale\'s village is waking up, 

muttering their good mornings 

and fumbling with their shutters shut 

to greet the sun in opening. 

 

Orange light dilutes the clouds, a dress

is donned by vermeil dawn  

which paints daybreak a pretty mess 

and the dale in wonder, yawns yet less 

 

Wakefully, the dale is filling- 

with sunlit water off the ridge 

pouring down to kettle spouts 

into the morning porridge.