Morning Moon

Morning Moon, 2013, (c) Colleen Briggs

A bird sings
in deep December;
its persistent serenade
coaxes morning into dark.

What memories of summer nectar
fill its trilling head?
What longing for lilting spring breeze
floods its swelling chest?

Here, where heavy, settling layers
weight our hearts in sleep,
a singular bird refuses to notice,
to succumb.

It rises before dawn
and teases the day into being.

4 thoughts on “Hope

  1. Amazingly beautiful picture of the moon and the tree! The colors on the edge of the photo are phenomenal! Not too mention your words compliment the photo so well! The poem is rich in its imagery! Really great work! Thanks for sharing!


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