New Poem - Dawn Recall

Dawn recall in Late afternoon

I have been awake over nine hours

although it is now entering late afternoon

it started in a mist of pre-dawn fear and trembling

but with a twist and turn

I face the rising sun and the crisp cold morning

hit the pharmacist to score my gear

turn my thoughts to writing

tune ear and spirit to the sound of Winter sunrise

train my ever tired eyes to the earth’s ideas

and ride the thermals like the kites

who swerve and thrive upon the breeze

and dive like meteors

scavenging the beach for carcasses and bones