Different hemisphere, same feeling

Two hemispheres

Every day it gets a little less dark
here it seems, not where I used to live.
Early morning colours spark

the sky alive fluropink parts
the dark, the horizon’s promise.
Every day it gets a little les dark.

Tui and blackbirds sing the stars
kissing back to life our senses.
Early morning colours spark

endorphins in the two halves
of this commuter’s brain to the office
Every day it gets a little less dark

till the evening fragrances from every stark
purpled pittosporum the garden in full strife.
Every day it gets a little less dark.
Early morning colours spark.