Day breaks, sun casts color
on the wind-rippled sea.
Crows chatter and call,
geese stir the quiet.
The world wakes
to bird sound
and shimmering light
as I reach into morning
like a skyward tree.
Reading of “Searching the Sky” with music by Maria Callas
I simply love your every poem, Don. They are always a beautiful snapshot of your current world. Thank you beloved poet. 🌈🙏❤️
Don, a skyward tree reaching for morning coffee, I bet. There are some who do not enjoy the “birdsong” of crows and geese. I am not among such. Crows are fun. Thanks for today’s poem.
“The world awakes to bird sound…”
Yes, that’s often the case. Nice, Don.
Don — Love your poem & that Maria Callas song. [Maria was certainly not callous about hitting those high notes.]
As for me, I am not able to “reach into morning” before 2-3 cups of coffee. But after that, I’m like a skyward tree too! Mike
The shimmering light of every skyward tree on Earth stands as One with Mother Earth Herself. Hence, my morning reach with You, Don, raises the notion, “How about Us Humans on Earth being in Tree-like Oneness also?” I can see That as being Quite in Reach!
Beautiful aubade!