Now I've caught up with myself...
Silence at 4 a.m is a beautiful thing
Only I and the birds appreciate it
Life is beginning over again
In the light rolling onwards
Tipping a rose glaze through the clouds
Under a plane's lazy underscore
Darkness is banished and expectation beckons
Enjoy the mystery
All this poetry stuff is very raw and unfinished. One of the things I have noticed is the difficulty in balancing line length and importance. This is clearly something I would need to address if going forwards to edit and polish anything that has been written this month!