Sitting in a sheltered spot
I watched from deepest night
until first lightening of the sky.
No dawn chorus yet.
I watched for satellites, space stations and falling stars.
Far off towards the east the first bird call,
then a gradual sense of shape and form,
the smell of smoke,
and the base hum of the city waking.
This is a dry point print on canvas with acrylic washes over the top.
Watching is a bit like my life, requiring patience, with the promise to follow.