Seen.
Oh unperceived day
I feel rather than see
your take-over glimmer
of star-fading notion
to invade darkness
when night hours passed
horizon hardens
and pallor creeps over
the dome of blackness.
Shadows begin
as dawn stretches limbs
towards east then
far out to sea ray-skeins
of grey gilt appear
as morning makes war
on receding dark
then breeze sings duets
with the trilling
of flying skylarks at play.
Coastline takes
shape when pale disc of
sun swims in
with vaporous mist, stirs
silver stains that
top mirror of neep-tide
and as I perceive
smouldering day caught
within jewelled
blaze I stop and bow low
to its seen glory.