Monday, May 5, 2014

The Bird's Morning Song


I toss and turn. Throw blankets off. Pull them on.

In the darkness my mind races with worries.

Then, dawn peeks through my window. The birds sing their morning song.

Reminding me that it's a new day. And everything can be different.


13 comments:

  1. It's one of my favorite times of day. A new start repeated again and again! This was lovely, Sam.

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  2. I hate nights like that! But it is true, every new dawn is a second chance!

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  3. Yes, that's a nice take on the prompt... birds and their morning song, with the message of new day.. Nice!

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  4. Amen! Amen!
    this was a prayer of promise and I liked it for exactly that reason.

    A new day offers a new chance to do it better.

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  5. Always remember, a new day means starting fresh and leaving yesterday behind.

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  6. I get insomnia really badly sometimes, and, yes, I love when it's finally morning and I can just get up and give up on trying to sleep when it will not come.

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  7. Indeed, everything looks better in the mornings. Well portrayed.

    Shailaja's post

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  8. A very familiar feeling. Really nice job - thanks for linking it up!

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  9. Really a sweet take on the prompt. I love it.

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  10. Here's hoping that today will be different, right?

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  11. This is so lovely. My favorite time of day. Well done.

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  12. What a refreshing response. It's so nice when a new day beckons--so many possibilities. Great answer. :)

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