This poem by our member Jill Ruddock was selected and published in Folio #73, in 2019.
A DAY BEGINS The fog lies drowsily over the town, smudging the sharp shapes of the steeples and spires. Dampness glues the fallen leaves to the gum-mottled pavement, their autumnal gold soon to fade. Nothing breaks the silence as the town nestles, embraced by the opaque dawn. A wordless group huddles, waiting for their transport to warmth and rest, their night's work complete. Then an unseen switch is tripped, lights come on one by one. Cars and buses appear, people walk the streets. The day begins.