Epiphany

Morning in January:

Eastern sky gleams lemon-yellow

Anticipating dawn.

Small children spill, splash,

Sleepily,

From vans and cars.

Teachers wrap chilled fingers round

Hot coffee mugs, sip, sweep straggling cobwebs

From corners of drowsy minds.

Seventy starlings swing,

Strung across telephone wires,

Softly sing suspense.

Three stars shimmer faintly,

Fade, wink out,

Obscured by deepening light.

Sunrise

Streams over horizon,

Gold fire resplendent.

Sparrows spiral, whirl,

Children laugh, skip,

City awake.