I slept and then
our home more dark than when
one light she’d turned off, and now
I move beside the dawn window pane
hesitant, my ear near brushing the glass, listen
a seagull crows, calls out, more than one
some others, smaller birds. whisper
wind, can you hear
for a brief while more, grey, and then
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a lovely gentle awakening Neil
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Thank you Laura. I am working to learn the ordinary.
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Oh, I love waking to grey fog and the birds singing the arrival of another day. You paint a very peaceful picture.
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For me, this poem is about a sense of time, maybe time in transition if that makes sense. Begins and ends the same. Thank you Bridgette.
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It does make sense.
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