(Out the front door at 6 a.m.)

As the sun begins its climb, the stand of old trees begins unveiling unseen birds heralding the sun’s arrival with energetic songs of joy in variations: short penetrating calls…melodious streams of song…trillings: a chorus of encouragement, kinship and beauty as the light progresses. (Where are all these birds in daytime?)

And as the freshened air, rising from the ground displays sparkles of dew on grass and flowers, inside the friendly brick of the house, snug sleepers unaware, resting in the evened house climate, pleasantly dark, sleep on.

Distant rumblings of Trucks, wailing sirens, rushing cars hurtling towards work, dimly proclaim their progress.

Time to find the front door and rejoin the sleeping household which is preparing for its day of work too.

Copyright 2012 by Frances F. Morrisson
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