This little poem began to formulate in my brain early one morning while I was still half asleep, and I decided to write it down once I really woke up. I’m definitely no Emily Dickinson but it was fun to compose nevertheless.
The birds twittering outside my window, often well before the sky is fully light, are some of the first signs that night is passing away.
Honestly, I do wish they’d sometimes sleep in a bit longer, haha. But they are doing what they’re supposed to do, and wouldn’t it be grand if we could all wake up singing and rejoicing in the new day of life we’ve been granted!
In the early, grey hours when I’m snug inside my bed,
My little birdy neighbors commence their choral greetings near my head.
Like tiny, feathered midwives, in their tweeting, sing-song way, they cheer on Mother Nature giving birth to a new day.
“Come on, come on, come on!” They say.
Then to me: “Wake up, wake up, wake up!”
But I retort: “Go back to sleep! Go back to sleep!”
Yet these heralds of life and light persistently peep:
“It’s here! It’s here! It’s here!” as they announce the sun.
Darkness has relinquished its hold on the world. A fresh morning has begun!
P.S. I’ve also been watching a Momma Robin sitting on her nest behind my home for several days now, and within the last 24 hours, the babies have hatched!! Praying St. Francis of Assisi keeps Mom and babies going strong! 🙏😉🐣