Early light this morning,
diffuse and thickened with wet
Saturated tones, deep drumming vibrations
and unapologetic patter on the pitched roof.
Through layer on layer of persistent downfall
a lone and startling birdsong of exquisite clarity,
utterances of such tiny pitch, almost inaudible as tune
yet simultaneously piercing through the dullness.
The light levels increase imperceptibly
the undeniable luminosity of daybreak
filtered and weakened by infinite drizzle
Inside the noise reduces to drum amiably
on the eaves, softness surrounding the house
mingling with the purring of a warmth-seeking cat,
more songbirds, and a distant crow.
Finally a woodpigeon calls once, lazily
Through now soft drops,
Diluted conversation from sheep barely reach across the fields
and the dirty pale blue tint of dawn shifts to a dull white.