My walk to work reveals all manner of insights to me as I am surrounded by nature at the crack of dawn. Sometimes is just a case of turning my thoughts down and watching what unravels in front of me. This kind of observation is full of hidden gems of wisdom which have a logic all of their own.
Warm jets waft through the gasping grass.
Brave herons trawl for morning worms and
I stride bewildered through the mild manners of deceptive December.
Gangways of polished puddles glisten, their reflections catching lone lamp lights
whilst dirty white lanterns bob in the baffled breeze.
Even the tame tabby skips sceptically across
the shifting stones.
The moustached cyclist mouthing a peppy platitude,
his two hounds hurtling onto the horizon as I,
begin to see the light.