Blue Rain Dawn

Blue Rain Dawn

Blue rain dawn,
crawling the morning 
line of nodding fern,
savouring the green
and fronded lawn,
while resisting an
incumbent call 
for home.

Incipient joy
on faded days,
when the sun 
still shines on within
the jaded sky,
and birds sing on
beyond the frosted pane,
and never do I rest,
forlorn.


©AJM


This is a poem that I have submitted for an anthology planned to raise money 
for Cancer Research UK.