A lot of modern poetry is too hard to understand,
it has become too complicated for the uninitiated or casual reader.
These poems are by an ordinary bloke, for ordinary folk. © Chris Daws
Sunday, 11 May 2014
Lauds
The darkness of night time is tinged by the morning
The stars fade away in the first light of dawn
And now from the eastern horizon is spreading
a glorious light as the new day is born
The sun wipes its feet as it creeps past the shutters
Turns everything golden that used to be grey
and stray motes of dust dance their dance in the sunbeams
the house comes awake at the start of the day
Then finally sunshine sneaks into the bedrooms
and banishes darkness with soft golden light
and gently awakens the snorers and sleepers
Come, here is the day, say farewell to the night