Dawn

The sun  delivers late   like  morning post
I’m waiting for the first sign of the dawn
See it hiding like a pink flushed ghost

In two short days  ,it will be at its  lowest
Before we note, it’s been and swift has run.
The sun  delivers late just  like the  post

I wish I were on Norfolk’s Northern coast
There the sun will rise  and on strands fawn
See it waving like a scarlet ghost.

Pale gold sands  edge   seas that Norsemen rode
How daring were these Danes,where have they gone?
The sun  delivers late just  like the  post

Here love lives and here will love abide
Seeds of  wild flowers , cliffs behind Weybourne
See the sun  waste till it is a ghost

These natural happenings fill my mind with awe
Symbols are created from light raw
The sun  delivers late  and does not boast
See it skitter like a winter ghost