Unlatched.
The thin blue flame of my night-burnt fire
grows dim as dawn un-quiets
another day\'s numberless happenings,
culls light from dark and carries
life forward while I in excited mood watch
first flaps of sparrowed pools lost
on those still bedded and fastened to sleep.
The voice of late-born lambs\' fully-grown
bleats thru\' cooling moorland
dewed by keen morning and as I catch first
breeze stirring shored boats
as clifftop world yawns above pebbly coves.
My window unlatched wafts woken snatches
of sonance to day\'s approach
as closeted light opens blue dome
for me to see rising old
Sol\'s winking invite to seize early moments
and take an inspiring
look at nature\'s \"Carp Diem\" all on my own.