The morning beckons with birdsong.
The birds always know, before I do,
just when the sun will rise.
They call in darkest light before dawn
the twittering an urgent antiphon,
coaxing our star to peek over the horizon.
*
And she does.
Everyday, without fail, she greets the world
with an iridescent smile,
casting ebullient rays and sizzling enigma,
like smouldering embers,
inviting and dangerous all at once.
A new day awaits,
she whispers without words
and burns brighter to make me believe it.
*
On days I am brave enough to greet her,
she embellishes my fragile body
with flecks of gold,
painting life on my skin,
so real I can feel the marks of time
etched on my bones.
I inhale the morning and taste the day anew.
The birds know and so do I,
it's all because of you.
About the Creator
Bugsy Watts
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Comments (4)
Very very nice 😊
This is mesmerizing, and that last line is so heartfelt and lovely :)
I think this is a great entry full of great imagery
Nice poem💙