Breakfast with the Birds
Today I awaken before the birds
I beat the sun to the horizon
I crave these precious stolen moments
Where the world is mine alone
As all else slumbers
Save for the crepuscular creatures
Who cling and creep along the shadows
Summoned back to life by dawn
The light begins to ooze into the sky
Painting glorious blues, yellows, and oranges
On today’s fresh canvas
I smile once the singing starts
Warm coffee in hand I toast them
My avian greeting party
As we all vow to dive deeply into
A new day
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Beautiful. Love “my avian greeting party.”
Beautiful imagery. I enjoyed this poem–it sends a refreshing tone and a hope to “dive deeply into / a new day” !!