AM, AM

A little something from a warm November morning

Morning's first sliver of light reaches the higher clouds
Almost turquoise in colour, for a moment
Everything changes, the backdrop becomes a familiar blue
Dawn, and the birds sing
The lower clouds grey and dense
Gliding in the wind that sung all night
Slowly, steadily
Whilst the leaves ruffle in the tall trees, contrasting the movement
Up there, so quiet
Calm, serene
Effortlessly moving on, holding nowhere
Keeping no-one
Simply passing by,
and passing on