The Day Breaks

The Day Breaks

Birds knock faithfully at my window
Urging me awake, its nearly dawn
Parting the curtains I see
The blue-black shying away
At the horizon
The arrogant sun
Can’t wait its turn

A familiar call fills the air
Which heart will fail to stir?
Cold splashes do little
Slumber stubborn to surrender

What is this scent that surrounds me
As I stand tall on the mat
Prepared to offer my prayer
And the day breaks…

4 thoughts on “The Day Breaks

  1. Greetings,
    This is a wonderful poem that evokes images of human experience. Thank you for it.
    All good wishes,


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