Morning Whispers

I wake up in the morning,
Like everybody else,
The whimsy morning wind,
Flirty and charming as ever,
Plays with me.
For she is my friend,
She strokes my hair
And tells me things
That no one knows,
We laugh, we cry,
Until one of us dies.

The birds look down
And sing songs
For us.
We Look up
And show our pearly whites,
Basking in the joy
That this moment brings.

And so the mornings go
The mornings go
Mornings go
And go and go.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2025

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Scott Avatar
July 18, 2025 at 11:28 PM
On non-work days mornings are the best. I write poetry in many a morning before the turmoil of the day begins.. it's a beautiful space sometimes. I hope mornings love you back as this piem captures an essence beautifully Blessings S:) x
Kendrick Avatar
June 2, 2025 at 4:34 AM
Awesome that you have such a nice relationship with mornings and the birds and animals that enjoy them as well. I enjoyed reading this one. Sara K
Winter Avatar
June 2, 2025 at 5:28 AM
Dear Sara, I'm glad you enjoyed the poem! It's a pleasure to read your comments! Best, Anne
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