Quick-changing dawn

In the time it took to pour a pint of orange squash

the sun made pink mile-long scarves of grey

which lasted long enough for me to take two mouthfuls.

In the time it took to buy a morning paper

red-fleeced postman who lives on our estate

collects his waiting colleague and disappears.

Just now - 05.39

Briefly, for a moment, from the colour

the sky old fashioned blotting paper

and the clouds blue-black Quink ink

On my way to buy a morning paper #4

Pink neon reflected on the fish and chip shop tiles,

and again across the puddled tarmac of the car park,

a fractured, trailing Isadora Duncan chiffon scarf.

On my way to buy a morning paper #3 - Replenishment

An over-abundance of pink granite chips

surging tidal round unwary cars