Bliss

Morning charcoal wakes them with her silent fury.

Tawny finch and cardinal friends compete for crumbs.

Ceiling fan quiet still its dusty blades stalled up there.

Nature gentle whispers tender soothe the aged oak.

Rolling doors bang, slam and howl down at the tracks.

Them on motored rubber dare the signal cries out red.

Sirens scream like arrows pierce billows toward the smoke.

Angel five on her birthday skips merry off to school.

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18 Replies to “Bliss”

  1. Tawny finch and cardinal friends compete for crumbs – reminded me of the birds that fly into my garden and then jostle to eat the bread crumbs.

  2. All the things that brings life into motion, that brings us into being a part of life. Nicely writte.

  3. Effective conservation of language. This is a very striking image: “Sirens scream like arrows pierce billows toward the smoke.”

    Fabulous ending to busy morning scene.

  4. Thank you for this wonderful birthday gift. Hard to remember life when I turned five but this helps immensely. Today is my special day and this is a special poem. 🙂

  5. loved the gentle awakening and the full awakening as the busy sounds, almost through a window…as if i was just hearing not seeing…then that last line, the little one…you left me with a smile as she skipped off…

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