The Morning Light – 18th March 2026

The morning light

flattens the downs and up

sprout the trees with

fingers reaching towards the sky

The movement of water

and the stillness of the

white van man

preparing for fishing

speaks of adventure

for those above and below

the surface

Distant cars ride the

hillside and head for

work or play in coastal

towns and inland

I write to capture

a day unfolding before me

I wrote this poem in the morning but I am posting it in the evening. The day promised much and delivered. We had a nice coffee by the sea, some excellent lunch and bought a handful of books. What more could you want?

This is the Houses of Parliament by Monet. Morning light? Evening light? Guy Fawkes Night?

© John Monaghan 2026. All Rights Reserved