Morning has broken |
Morning has broken
Clear
clear skies after the storm
Birds are
forming
Their
morning chorus
Heard
only by us it seems
The
cockerel heralds the village to work
The
mountains raise out their arms
As if to
say..this is ours
Tree
wooded mountains
With snow
still clinging on
To the
ragged peaks
Late
spring means poppies
Wild
roses in every hedgerow
The
fields still green before
The heat
burns them brown
The
fruits of autumn only a promise still
The sun
still soft warms our skins
We shift
our rhythms to this ancient pace
A new dog
says a shy hello
Perhaps
he will return?
Let our
time here unfold...
The grand
plan in this visit is for me to be working on my book. In my head I'm working mornings and holidaying in the
afternoon. So the news our house had been burgled in our absence wasn't
welcome. The cooker, fridge, boiler and washing machine, table and chairs
gone. Our first day therefore visiting
the police station.
It's a
communist era building so not a heartwarming spot. The people
however are friendly and we were greeted by a young police woman, a detective I
guess as she was not in uniform. Neither was she in a Sarah Lund style unisex
jumpers. No, we are talking skin tight dungarees, stylish top and her leather
jacket hung casually on the door. A regular olive skinned Bulgarian beauty.
Andrew,my husband, sat up straight the whole visit.
She
pulled out a long slim cigarette-untipped-the image of cool as she typed. It
seemed churlish to protest. However in time my asthmatic lungs did. Her remorse
was genuine and I left to sit outside. A more traditional older woman in a
square shirt ( I think they are traditional dress in rural communities for
women of a certain age...I'm a strange ,fair anomaly ) showed me past the
cells-gulp-to the toilet. I imagine double locks are de-riguer around there? I
doubled locked myself in it.
Then I sat on
a bench outside as the sun gradually moved till i was out of the shade and waited till
the complex form filling was complete. I didn't expect the huge grin on Andrews
face as he emerged with Nick, our right hand man out here. It seems the young
detective had commented on how young Andrew looked for his age. Nick laughed
and translated it for him. I expect the spring in his step will last the whole
holiday!