when it’s morning,
when the birds are already
weaving music through the trees.
Easier when the dew
still shines on the leaves
and the world is warming.
In these ripening moments,
it’s hard to remember,
was it only hours ago,
how darkness poured over you
like oil in the ocean.
How nothing seems possible then.
But here, here is the bright red neck
of morning, humming through the shadows
on emerald wings, and here you are,
rising to meet it, not even
because you want to, but
because something in you rises
and carries you with it into the day.
This is just IT. Beautiful and true. Thank you.
Thanks, dear Drew …
Sending hugs to you,
r
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lovely images…thanks
Thank you, Carol, it has been interesting how different it has been for me to write poems in the mornings instead of the late night⦠sending you hugs,
r
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