Morning approaches
it is not there and then it is
the sudden and gradual
the rush to hide
the eyes are open
the air bleeds tears
dew gathers on leaves
dancing sparrows flit in and out of bushes
and the spread of light across the distance
shards splash colour into land
with vision comes the hum of life
morning unfolds moving
the dance of shadows looming
the warning in the air
flight across open sea