Fresh light, new dawn
The sun creeps onto my pillow
Warming the bedding
Caressing my face with soft, subtle fingers,
Outside, the world wakes
I hear the low call of the wood pigeon
The high chatter of garden birds
And the gentle hum of traffic
Already travelling the roads,
A street sweeper moves slowly
Along collecting rubbish and dust
From the roadside,
And the first commuters walk briskly
Making their way to the station
To the trains, to work.
Inspired by the beautiful, fresh morning I woke up to today.