Daybreak June 24, 2014
Posted by nrhatch in Gratitude, Life Balance, Nature, Poetry.trackback
Owls grow silent
Grass starts to glow
Birds start singing
The cock starts to crow
Sunrise is here
Daylight has broken
All without orders
Having been spoken
Aah . . . that’s better!
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Love! And the metal rooster is fabulous!
That rooster lives at Village of the Arts ~ an art community in Bradenton. It’s as big as me.
The natural order needs no words!
Just a paintbrush and a pot of paints.
I love to hear the birds when they first start to sing in the mornings.:)
It is lovely to listen to the world waking up.
Always grateful for a new day as it begins, Nancy. Lovely poem.
Each new day gives us another chance to “get it right.” 😎
Absolutely so. 🙂
Good morning Nancy!
Bon Jour, Tammy!
What a lovely way to wake up 🙂
It’s nice to know that the world carries on . . . even while we sleep.
I would give anything to trade in my current nature wake-up call for a rooster. At this moment mine is a horny stray cat. That thing has been in heat for a week now, and the sounds it makes… shudder.
That is NOT a fun way to wake up, NT ~ cats make terrible alarm clocks.
The worst!
Morning, my favorite part of the day! And I haven’t made any mistakes, yet.
Yes! We get to start with a CLEAN SLATE!
I am often awake to greet the dawn, and love the peaceful silence before the chorus begins.
My favorite sunrise was overlooking the Atlantic Ocean in Wrightsville Beach, North Carolina. All quiet and still except for the constant flow of waves.
Dracula is reading this poem thinking, “Huh?”
There’s a Dracula commercial for breakfast bars that touts the break of day and Dracula replies, “Who knew?” 😎
Lovely! The birds on the Tiny Ten have had lots to say the last few weeks!!!
I wonder if birds are greeting the day with cheers . . . or jeers!
“C’mon! Not yet. Turn that light off. What does a nightingale have to do to get a bit of shut eye in the morning?”
Great poem Nancy. “All without orders, having been spoken.” Wonderful!
Thanks, Don. It’s wonderful how life carries on day after day.
I enjoyed this! I wish the kids were more like daybreak when it comes to doing chores (you know… they get done without orders 🙂 )
Haha! What would parents do with all their spare time if they didn’t have to remind the kids to do their chores?
I’ve got birds nesting in the tree off my writer’s nook. I just love it! As soon as I hear them singing I know the sun is about to rise (maybe they’re giving the orders). Lovely poem 😀
Maybe it is the birds who urge the sun to rise.
You make daybreak seem like magic. It is magic . . .
Here’s to the magic of a new day!
I am so far behind in my reading, but here I am enjoying this lovely “ode to morning” as my day ENDS! LOL! But it’s still an inspiration for tomorrow. 🙂 So nice, Nancy!
Thanks, Debra! Even if we arise at cock’s crow, there are never enough hours in the day to “catch up” with everything that catches our attention. We do what we can, with what we have, where we are.
The limited nature of time encourages us to focus on what makes our heart sing.