My Words, My World

First drafts – A few pages in the large wilderness of the world of writing

Spring morning

Spring morning, spring dawning.
Sparrow, starling, blackbird
in unison calling,
out their names, and
singing loud their songs.
What is the language
of the birds that I hear?

As my love sleeps,
a sleep content
and undisturbed.
Whilst I, I alone
sit with eyes and ears open,
to the coming of the dawn,
as the birds greet the morn
and each other.

“Good morning to you too,”
I say, as I open the window
and breathe in the air,
as yet untouched
by the waking of man
of cars and vans.

Enjoy the moment
though in silence
it not be.
As the break of day
not far away,
has been announced to me.

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2 thoughts on “Spring morning

  1. Really enjoyed this. Just beautiful. Good to see you writing, Chris 🙂

  2. Thank you Esther; that means so much, coming from you.

    I love it when the pen just flows without hesitation or trepidation. This morning was one of those.
    😃😃:)

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