09 March 2010

sixty-six.


morning.

tired, i rose from beneath my covers.
awakened by a song, sang by birds in
the color of the sun and the shadow of the
moon - they sang and rang as if they were my alarm
early morning, early morning tunes.
and God lifted me up, touched my face,
wiped my eyes and curled my lips.

i knew today would be a beautiful day.