Easiest to forget

Today I'd thought I’d write a poem for you –

but the sunrise seamed the sky in lilac

and birdwings, and so I could not get back -

prise myself away, think the structure through.

The road was busy, the day starts early here,

city noises are not quite as mystic -

(the birdsongs drowned by the whoosh of traffic)

as the daybreak shows the skies engineer.

A pair of doves sat on my window sill

wings growing sharper with the changing light

and I forgot the poem I’d thought I’d write;

they sat a long time, I watched longer still.

Wings in the sky and on the sill - sonnets

are some of the easiest things to forget.