Round The Corner

Haunted  by a  glow bright dawn
green fleck grass yet fresh mown lawn
verses leap on board  each day
sunshine casts its lustrous ray

Skies awash with vivid hue
shades on portrait that imbue
clouds of yellow, orange and red
sculpt bold passages ahead

Watch the coal-rim sweet moon peep
loiter when the world‘s asleep
streetlight gaze on ice cool pier
night owls hoot but never fear

Children shriek in rippling stream
playful natter, oak wood dream
mother, father, certain smile
now unwinding  for awhile

City dwellers rise again
rushing  towards the nearest train
wonder as they often do
round the corner, something new