dawn
crept upon me
this morning
through the greying
of a blackened room
stirring
from
behind
closed curtains
a fox
scours the garden mist
silent
without chorus
and on
the dew dripping line
the remnants of a life's
tired and weary clothes
were waiting for the sun
to transform
my view to primaries
of blue
and yellow
cloud bright skies
over the bay
below the moon
between the hills
above the
skittling scuttling
world
we know as
Dublin

04/20/2008