Dawn

From the smallest snap of a pencil lead
to the crash of a cup on the floor,
or the scream she gives when the handle comes off
in her hand when she opens the door:

There's no mistaking
Dawn breaking!

poem © Celia Warren 2012

The flotilla was back again today - only in an amazingly straight line. Not much wind, though, and still no sun.

Just realised that this is the third blue-and-white image that I've blipped in three days. Seem to have a theme going on here ...!