Morning
A thick blanket
of mauve cloud cover
studded with orange mercury beacons
enfolds the awakening town.
A low flying craft,
lit up like an ancient
symbol of Christmas
disrupts the silent night.
A morning fowl
summons the new day.
Mauve deepening,
the sun breaks through
the weave of fabric cloud.
A lone pedestrian
crosses an almost empty street,
silhouetted in the beam
of oncoming traffic.
Yellow lights in the distance
herald the approach
of the vehicle
that will take me
to my destiny.