The whole sky aches with anticipation;
birds burst into song.
The sky is clear and I can hear
the coming of the dawn.
The salt sea sleeps in its silent splendour
at peace with the scene
luminescence streaks the sky
and I am born again.
Oh, for a baptism half as bright!
Bathed in celestial light
after winter thought to pull me under:
bless this world of wonder!
The green trees breathe with the scent of summer
sheltering the fledgling fold;
wings to the sky can wait till sun towers over
all the living brightness of the world.
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Sharing with earthweal
I’m often woken by birdsong at this time of year, and the only thing better is to be woken by birdsong and a poem. Here’s one I woke up with earlier in the week. Sharing with earthweal’s open link weekend.