Tuesday, July 29, 2025

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 Magnificat of Morning - A Fold

Morning bespoke of bird song,

Wends her way in andante strides,

What could ever go wrong?

Sunrise, moonset, is morning's magnificat

As we know, bespoke of bird songs;

Fantasy of the earth standing still

Has been sipped like fine tea in long,

Pandemic permission curtailed days,

Still, will not cower to the fiction,

As Covid spanned its own season,

Even to morning bespoke of bird song.

© gillena cox 2025


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7 comments:

  1. Merril D. SmithJuly 29, 2025 at 4:32 PM

    I love morning birdsong! And Covid did span its own season. A lovely fold poem, Gillena! 💙

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  2. Gillena CoxJuly 29, 2025 at 4:37 PM

    Thanks for your appreciation Merril

    Much♡love

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  3. Melissa LemayJuly 29, 2025 at 5:42 PM

    Your poem seems to answer its own question. Though no matter what goes wrong, the morning birdsong goes on.

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  4. Gillena CoxJuly 30, 2025 at 2:20 AM

    Thanks for your appreciation Melissa

    Much♡love

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  5. Kim M. RussellJuly 30, 2025 at 3:20 AM

    I love the way ‘Morning bespoke of bird song, wends her way in andante strides’, Gillena. Nothing can go wrong as long as there is birdsong.

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  6. Gillena CoxJuly 30, 2025 at 3:30 AM

    Thanks for your appreciation, Kim

    Much♡love

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  7. Sanaa RizviJuly 30, 2025 at 12:34 PM

    A stunning fold poem, Gillena! ❤️❤️

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