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Thursday, May 29, 2008

Morning Birds

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Morning Birds

Morning birds
tell their secrets
to the sleepy houses
one by one
a light flickers on
for coffee making
groggy eyes
scooping the bitter grounds
pouring the water
with an unsteady hand
Percolating in rythym
to the Robin's and Finches
chirping and chattering

The rest is just silence
barely breathing
to go through the motions
of another day
listening to the soft
feathers that float
from your mouth
The light and airy
lies you tell
so well

But this time
no other day
will pass
You will go away
Only the secret
morning birds
will stay

Angela Minard 2008

3 Comments:

Anonymous said...

Thought of the Day:


"Courage is the mastery of fear, not the absence of fear." - Mark Twain

Jenny said...

This is beautiful. Sad and scary and beautiful.

Beauty said...

A lovely, gentle little poem!