…behind the window

Before the gates
of the dawning day
the sky turns
from peach to purple
an errant breeze
unfolds a gentle haze
and the soft mist 
paints a rose coloured morn

clouds latticed
with a touch of sunshine
fragrant air
still night damp
and heavy with dew
in this velvet moment

shades of intangible light
sweet awakenings
of morning broken
the things of the day
taking shape
as the night passes
behind the window
© Ann Bagnall
2015