Haibun (Scorpio)

Piccaninni Dawn

 

In the distance a magpie calls,

Tentatively.

I slide out of bed and slip on a tracksuit,

Sleepily.

The dog uncurls from her bed,

Expectantly.

It’s walk time –

A cup of tea for me,

Stretching and sniffing for the dog.

The darkness cloaks our departure.

Possums take to the power-lines as we pass.

The morning is ours right now.

I can hear the sea.

Gentle waves sigh against

The coarse sand beach.

Curlews cry out from the rocky point,

Heralding the arrival

Of a new born day.

Piccaninni dawn –

Nothing showy;

Pastels of orange, yellow and blue.

Soft light that glows

And lightly tints the bay –

This is why I’m here.