Above pale portals of the dawn
Long scarlet lighted curtains now are drawn.
The crescent moon of silver gleams afar
Among the galaxies of fading stars.
Their happy songs of praise
A symphony to heaven raise.
Oh, would that everyone could be as they
These lovely birds that sing for each new day!
it is time for the morning matins....:-))
ReplyDeleteSomething for each of us to aspire to. Wonderful Margie!
ReplyDeleteSometimes the birds near my home ... although I live in the concrete jungle we do have trees on the avenue and one can hear them singing to their hearts content. Then there is this sudden silence ... and wonders where have they gone ... you just cannot see them or hear them until the following morning.
ReplyDeleteKeep warm Margie in ready for your blizzard. Is it still expected?
hugs for you .
Would that everyone could. Beautiful sentiment!!
ReplyDeleteJust lovely MArgie :)
ReplyDeleteYour poetry has changed over the past few months Margie...there's a subtle depth and a poignant imagery that speaks softly to the soul of the reader. I enjoy coming here everyday.
ReplyDeletebeautiful to wake up to!!!!
ReplyDeleteThey sing to us and bring us the music of life.
ReplyDeleteThey sing to us and bring us the music of life.
ReplyDeleteReminds me of spring time - I wish it was here already! I think I have that seasonal affective disorder!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful poem Margie! You're in my thoughts and I hope you're doing terrific. Thank you for leaving that nice comment on my blog yesterday. You're truly an amazing woman! Don't ever change!
Love and hugs!
Deb xxoo
Margie you make me want to get up every morning and look up at the sky. Every poem of yours is so special.
ReplyDeletebeautiful, margie!
ReplyDeleteyour poems are truly inspired and inspiring :)
(my mother's in hospital and we can only hope she gets well...)
awwwww, polona......
ReplyDeletehope she gets well soon!
margie- beautiful.......
I have a robin that thinks it's spring, he's been singing every morning.
ReplyDeleteAnother beautiful poem margie.
thank you
tc
A joyful honoring of dawn song. I love the birds singing away....
ReplyDeleteKnow what you mean. Being up at dawn is such a priviledge. No day seems to know there was ever a previous one and it's a wonderful thing to witness.
ReplyDeleteIts been awhile for me in here..I hope is well with you...
ReplyDeleteAfter reading Morning Mediation, I wnet back to my poetry session that I had in two days agao...It felt just like that
Im spreading word on J. Andrew Lockhart’s Haiku Treat featured in LIP (www.livinginpoetry.blogspot.com/)
You know I love those bird poems Margie. Outstanding.
ReplyDeleteI have not been here for a while but lovely to visit and to see you are as porlific as ever,check out my parallel site at http://alwaysmorebeyond.multiply.com
ReplyDeleteBeautiful just like the morning...
ReplyDeleteEach day a new one...fresh...that's how it feels reading these lines
Lovely Margie...a new dawn...
very nice :)
ReplyDeletethat was so beautiful....a perfect poem to accompany the whispers!
ReplyDeletethanku for althe lovely inspiring poems Margie!
This and your previous poem complement each other. I enjoyed both. I find your poetry very positive.
ReplyDeleteSo lovely!
ReplyDeleteHiiiiiiiii margie!!!!!
ReplyDeleteWhat a wonderful way to start my day!!! reading two lovely poems by you!
I am leaving for college, just came online for few mins.
thanks for bothe cheerful, hopeful poems :)
:) :)
Preetha!
What a beautiful image I have in my mind's eye from this poem! I must admit that I am not a morning person, but there is an intense beauty that comes with the dawn of each day.
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