Wednesday, October 4, 2023

A GOOD MORNING FOR A GOOD MORNING

 

In the twilight of the morning I stopped and took a break

to watch the night pull back her blanket and say to the morning,

“It’s time to wake.” 


This all began in total darkness…save a few stars twinkling in the sky.

The crickets’ chirps were the only sound I heard but they were fading

as they sang themselves a lullaby.


As the final cricket fell asleep in the chilly morning air

my senses seemed more heightened and I suddenly became aware


of how softly, quietly, ever-so-slowly the sky began to shift

and the darkness, once so prevalent, imperceptibly began to lift.


Night did her best to gently nudge and wake the day

and I watched them smile and share a greeting before night rotated away.


The morning yawned and stretched then wiped the sleep from out her eye

as the first bird of the morning began to sing…her song wafting through the sky. 


She was quickly followed by another bird…then another…then another sang her song

until harmony bathed the mountains as more and more waking birds sang along.


The sun had yet to make an appearance but her initial rays extended across the land

and right before my eyes I saw the day enlarge…spread out…expand.


As I sat their excitedly watching the landscape turn from dim to bright

I marveled at how easily my eyes became accustomed to the light.


And I felt joy at being so lucky…that in the twilight I had stopped to take a break

to watch the night head off to darken other skies…and my morning come awake.

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