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
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.
Your comment brought that deep silence you get at that time straight into my mind. Thank you. And stay safe!
Gwen.
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.
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!
That’s exactly how I feel now!
Gwen.
So evocative, Gwen. I particularly like the imagery in the middle stanza.
Thank you!
Gwen.