When the morning opens and
The moon shies herself in fadng moods
When the sky takes back her box of crayons
And roostings wings flutter
Then beaks wide open sing songs of rebirth
That is when
Earthworms wiggle beneath the surface
For they have no need of azure skies
Theirs is the gift of dirt and how to shovell it well
But the winged ones
Those are the event bringers i celebrate with
Birdsongs are prayers to the newness
The thanksgiving chants for
Waking to another day
© gillena cox 2026
What a lovely morning poem contrasting the earthworms and birds
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I love your imagery and heartening parting image - Jae
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Every being has its part, and how beautiful each is in its own way. I especially love “The moon shies herself in fading moods,” Gillena. Is this your original artwork? It is lovely.
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I really like the 'sky takes back her box of crayons' metaphor here Gillena. Nice write 👏
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A delightful poem, Gillena! I especially love the thought of the sky taking back her box of crayons and the earthworms wiggling beneath the surface, not needing azure skies. You made me smile.
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I very much enjoyed the birdsong metaphor and chants to "Waking to another day" 🩵
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Wonderful morning imagery, Gillena! 💙
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Lovely, Gillena. A delightful musing!
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