The Birdsong of Day

sky above, water below

Sunrise on the St. Lawrence, 23 April 2025 -- photos by the poet

Quietly the morning crept
into the fellowship of dawn.
I don't blame you if you slept
in the bed that you lay on
while I in stealth made my way
to join the birdsong of day

down at the river with its
population of all manner
of creatures and bright spirits
absent from your day’s planner 
joined together in diverse
groupings of the multiverse.

The secret society
of the sunrise early risers 
gathered in strange piety,
reporters and reprisers
of light on the horizon
heralding the starting gun

that would wake you from your sleep
to meet my waiting open arms.
I don’t blame you if you would keep
hitting snooze on your alarms,
but now let’s go together
out into the day’s weather.

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