Philip Larkin

Picked up a book of collected poems in a charity shop today. This one seems perfect to me today...

Dawn

To wake, and hear a cock
Out of the distance crying,
To pull the curtains back
And see the clouds flying -
How strange it is
For the heart to be loveless, and cold as these.


Larkin P, Collected Poems, ed Thwaite A, 2003 Edition, London, Faber and Faber