Morning

And outwards curl in air so many colours

The trees, or those spring petals one at a time.

Ovals green with frost sheen, lawns wet lime.

Birds out and about chirping charming weathers.

Last night, the exploration of silence,

Fear first overcome, then desire for truth.

Others at the opera of high-decibel couth

Italians wrote lustily in open defiance.

This morning the unending maze of sealed roads

Proud houses in cold light waking in lines

Return us to the teeter of words, the terms of work.

Extinction takes column inches lonely murk,

Peroxide heads rule the world by crime,

Brutal facts we tease out according to modes.