With the whir of cogs
the wheels turn fast
the bright light shines
it tears into its work
.
With a suck so strong
inhaling the dust
vibrating the carpet
making light of its work
.
Inhale deep breaths
of woodland air
closing my eyes
refreshing my soul
.
fresh air it cleans
like the hoover at home
Clearing my mind
There is clarity again.
Persimmon Sun rises in the east,
It shines like a bright jewel in the sky
Catching its warm rays on my face
I bask in the early morning sun
The blue sky stretches as far as I can see
There are no clouds to taint it
There is a freshness to the morning air
A slight chill in the soft breeze
In the distance there is a mist so strange
Just the tops of the trees peep though it
Above the sky is clear and blue
Underneath is lost for the moment
Its five in the morning, there is nothing quite like it
The morning dew shines in the orange light
There is an innocence at this time of the day
A purity that is refreshing as a new day dawns.
The Sky darkens, the clouds block the sun
The raindrops fall heavily like daggers stabbing
They are bitter and salty, they cloud up my eyes
The raindrops are tears, the sadness in me
It is the soft mist that brings renewal
It drops on my tongue cool and refreshing
It seeps inside me and hydrates me
Its cleansing and thirst quenching
The rain is gentle it races down my window
It’s fresh from the sky, running down my face
It traces the contours of my face
It dances on the grass and we are both happy
Katherine Loverage 