ON THE NEWSPAPERS NOT BEING HERE, 6.30 am July 1999

Out of the night the daylight peeps,
Trees bare shadows through the dark.
Then suddenly the sky shows muted blue
With black and grey clouds swirling.
Not long now comes the dawn,
With colours of a different hue,
Bright red and orange, yellow and
That startling blue which comes
Sometimes in children new born
Whose eyes are clear and piercing
As they face a world unknown
From out the enfolding womb.
What joy a new day brings despite
The worries of outrageous fortune
Which we all suffer from, but which
We can cast off like sloughing snakes
Who shed their coats to spend another hour.
This is our life to treasure as we may
While greeting joyfully the newborn day.

JEB

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