Early

Early in the morning,

in the delicious quiet

before anyone else is awake,

I leave aside my troubled dreams

and get up to feed the birds.

It’s a windy morning.

The kids’ toys in my yard are all tumbled about

and the crows feathers are ruffled

as the await their breakfast

on the telephone wires.

I open the window to throw them bread crusts.

The cool morning air

greets me like a brisk breeze from a boat,

fresh and hopeful

as if the day itself

was dreaming of adventure.

2 thoughts on “Early

  1. Wave

    During these troubled times, you are not alone in waking from troubled dreams and thoughts. But thankfully some light is there underneath and your hopeful spirit of seeing the beauty of life daily will keep you going, love Mum

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