The Breaking In of A New Summers Day

While early morning mist
still hovers,
like some hungry spectral
harrier might
still hover, just above our
once green fields ..
Elsewhere, a village lost
prepares itself,
to come alive again though
so very slow ..
Yet long before the arrival
of fresh light
and another brand new day
just beginning ..
And just as slowly, to such
a fanfare of
old cocks, each groaning ..
Only bakers,
freaks and those waiting
to be hanged,
God fearing fishermen 
and unfaithful
lovers, dare venture from
the shadows
night insists on affording ..
Again, into those
rough-hewn cobbled streets
we each still
call home and the makings
of yet another
brand-new, summer’s day ..