The song of the morning
is a lot of ecstatic tweets,
high pitched messages,
and low slung motor grindings
All around, in the houses,
people are working,
watching TV, surfing on WiFi,
rejoicing, grieving.
All around, outside,
urban nature goes about
its own business, with all
the seriousness of a concert
pianist responding
to the conductor.
Just a few words made on a recent spring morning out on my patio, with a coffee. Where do you like to write, if you write in the morning?
Thank you for reading!
The Poetry Patio 