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
