Dawn
.
beyond white
tinged with grey and pink
rain-washed blue
peeks through
.
fresh breeze dawn
punctuated by
sporadic bird calls
.
unwelcome sound
of city traffic
flips my mind
.
back
back
to a time
.
of innocence
when chirruping hosts
nested in
bluegums
wattles
acacias
.
fleeting silence
between darkness
and dawn
alive with joy
.
tranquil past
rarely revisited
.
pain of
going there
runs too deep
.
awakens
longing
.
feeds
regret