Focus on Frame!
Dunedin Morning – Janet Frame
The Leith is always a loud grumbler
after a feed of high-country rain
and cannot keep its wide apron clean.
Smoke is early, earliest.
Birds wake, test gear, rest,
make a more subdued start upmorning.
On the city’s doorstep, light,
diluted with last night’s rain,
is taken in, opened, and seen.
I found these poems in an old poetry anthology from school. Unfortunately there isn't a reference for where they originally came from.