7.30 Waiting for the sunrise
7.30 Waiting for the sunrise 13 jet black jackdaws Perched on the power lines with, like me, front row seats Then taking off, they glide, swoop, flap Flying remnants of darkness Swimming In a hazy grey watercolour sky shot through with luminous streaks of coral light The cloud breaks And pale blue sky becomes visible Read more about 7.30 Waiting for the sunrise[…]