D G Moody

It is in the early hours around three, that we come awake, (hence the title) and can fall prey to thinking. Aubade was also a title of one of Larkins poems, which we have been reading in my poetry group. And as much as I admire Larkin it is a very bleak poem (it wouldn't be Larkin otherwise); my poem is less bleak and offers a reconciliation of sorts with memories persistence. (Image courtesy of Pixabay)

Aptly summing up my many lost inspirations, when I thought I'd remember that line in the morning; instead of getting up and writing it down. ( Image of Calliope courtesy of Wikimedia Commons)