Dawn, June 1, 2020
clock tocks tocks tocks
chimes one two three four five
Rudy croons a pre-dawn cock-a-doodle-do
Carolina wren frets over nestlings
parula ululates up the scale
as sun hums golden hope
into morning’s corner of the sky
8 thoughts on "Dawn, June 1, 2020"
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What lovely last two lines,
Thanks, Gaby. Good to see you here!
I love the every day feel to this poem. After all the events this year, it is good to have the sun humming hope!
Love these sounds–“frets over nestlings” & “sun hums golden hope”
Thanks. I know what you mean. I’m trying to unsteep myself from what I’ve been writing about.
Thanks!
“ululates” is one of my favorite words!
So many beautiful sounds and images. I agree with Roberta– that “ululates” is the best!