I sit, as the sky struggles to get lighter
The darkness fighting hard in this northern winter
A house quiet in this strange new rhythm we find ourselves in
No-one but me awake before 8
This hour of quiet helping me
Brace for the day.
I sit and listen
The birds outside are confident the light will come
I tune into their song
Hopeful, relentless against the gloom
Hardy poems fill my head, little cause for carolling?
I breathe deep, sigh, lean my head against the dark
and ask again, what have you for me today?