Waking Up

As night-black slowly lightened to
dawn-gray outside my bedroom window,
the birds began their aerial symphony
and I listened with drowsy pleasure
to the calls flung back and forth.
Some full-throated, some staccato,
some warbling and flutey–
released as freely as the
first morning in Eden.
The glorious stereophonic sounds
filled the air for nearly half an hour,
then gradually tapered off.
Morning had arrived.
The birds had sung it into existence.

bird singing painting

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About boomergirl47

Retired from the University of South Florida. Love reading, writing, hiking, nature, music, birding, puttering around the house and yard, doing things with my grandsons and spending time with my beau on his beautiful 22 acres in north central Florida.
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One Response to Waking Up

  1. Dottie [Bibzie] says:

    Ah yes, the nature girl poet has arrived as well as the morning. Very nice.

    Like

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