Ode To The Early Morning

Poetry Sunday

Image by Bruno /Germany from Pixabay

The morning, before anyone awakes
while the night hasn’t yet lifted her skirts
and the chirp, chirp, chirp of crickets
serenade the stillness
and the sparrows dream of a moon
that exists before the sun is birthed
and the air is delicate and dewy,
sweet with the lemon-mint of gums.
The morning, before anyone awakes
and the day unfolds desolate
as an unkempt gravel road,
demanding as a freeway…