This morning burns bright
Sheltered from it at my desk
A breeze blows gently
poetry, prose, and photography
This morning burns bright
Sheltered from it at my desk
A breeze blows gently
A call to rise up
A flicker striking my roof
A moment of spring
Morning moves forward
Dawn’s transition fades to light
Life, again, renewed
Bird Song filled the air
After dawn’s light hit the sky
They scattered: airborne
I awoke to bird song
A bush awash in voices
In this darkness: spring