Early morning trickle of sunshine on a spring day.
It bends through the trees , glows in the fogs haze.
The energy kisses the cold skin.
Only in the shade does the icing sugar begin.
Cheeky in its lateness, surprising a few unaware plants.
Magpie soaks up the rays, soccer ball round in his stance.
He rambles of the days beginnings.
Not caring if we are listening.
Many of us are too busy staring straight, to get a sideways glance.
Bring the bolt cutters and together we will cut the fence.
The paddock of freedom is always in plain sight.
© Deon Heemskerk 11-9-2012