Dawn overslept

Dawn overslept

rubs eyes

opens curtains of night

no apologies for london plane trees

naked leaves with foliage down

 rumpled at feet

as if stepping from cold morning ablutions

 late november's mist and drizzle

i with camera coaxed out of doors

 breaking hush in dim twilight

senses at point

 scan shrubbery for opportune takes

there! amongst ruddy lance-shaped leaves

 pearly droplet clinging to branch

pulsing with urge to let go

.....click! did i or did i not .....

 like heartbeat of quivering life

recorded in digital image

 i may hold original finitely in electronic stasis

as it was and never will be again

 aware how gods or no gods

we may enter and be touched by beyond

 beyond what commonly seems to exist

and quench our longing in uncommon splendour

December mmxi