Tuesday, 9 September 2008


An eerie quiet filled the night
- everywhere.
Trees stood statuesque
- but for the odd breath of air.
Toward the east the yellow glow
- of yet another dawn.
It seemed to me as though the world
- was waiting to be born.
The houses in the distance
- starkly outlined on a hill.
Emphasised the silence
- of the early morning chill.
The moment was so brief
The birth painlessly swift.
The transformation night to day
- was but a fleeting kiss.

Copyright John Tucker

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