Awakening by Ken Allen Dronsfield
I opened my eyes awaiting the Sunrise,
craving the dawning, dimmed daylight.
That reveille - that morning reveille
'It's that bugles trill,' I was thinking.
Ah, instantaneously I was stimulated;
the peepers brought such euphoria
and choruses forever melodious
And so I asked, 'Is that a canary?'
The wandering woodcock whipping;
In there stepped an awakening dawn.
The scarlet tanager seemed thrilled
then, distinctly I was chirping to them;
Singing and dancing with my bluebird;
The sparrow hawk brought a wariness,
I tossed its ghost against the hallelujahs,
my dreams always stray to wing beats.
The morning's finale brings a sorrow but
afternoon's shall see the lovely waxwings.
Dreamy awakening to the spring equinox.