Early Echoes
Eagles call each other early in the morning, as
easterly winds are blowing that echo, and
eight excited chick-a-dee eat at the bird feeder !
Elysium dreams have floated away now, and the
embroidered curtains on my window stir; I am
entangled with my cat as I struggle to get up, then
ethereally I wander about my room, ready
every dawn to pick up my pen to write !
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December 7, 2020
Poetry/Alliteration/Early Echoes
Copyright Protected, ID 12-1310-356-07
All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France
Written for the Standard contest, Alliteration
sponsor, Eve Roper, Judged 12/22/20
First Place
Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2020
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