Wherever we have lived, there always seems to have been
someone getting their car, van, lorry, bus/horse and cart out
around five in the morning to get to work. Many a time it has
been us and when it had snowed or was frosty, we dreaded that
motorway.
FROSTY MORNING
Five in the morning
As someone starts their day,
Set for a work bound journey
Down the waiting motorway.
Tapping the sleeping houses
With a tiny burst of sound,
Their red brake light a scarlet flower
Upon the frosty ground.
In one of those dark windows,
A watcher stands alone.
Wishing they could go down that road
And never come back home.
©2024 Gwen Grant
Poems by Gwen Grant 
I’m up at 4.15am in a morning to set out an hour later on foot to work.
I wouldn’t feel at ease driving in the snow. But thankfully, I am not a car driver. I like walking in it and being the first person to put my foot in the snow, leaving behind a trail where I have walked. But I am not a fan when it gets icy and slippy.
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Your comment brought that deep silence you get at that time straight into my mind. Thank you. And stay safe!
Gwen.
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Thanks. Yes. Very quiet until I get on main road. It is surprisingly busy my way from main road and all the way up to work.
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I often watch as others come and go, and I long to be the one traveling down the road… but not at 5AM! 7AM is my usual start to the day now that I’m retired. I’m lucky, I know!
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That’s exactly how I feel now!
Gwen.
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So evocative, Gwen. I particularly like the imagery in the middle stanza.
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Thank you!
Gwen.
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