Friday Poem:Morning Song

So, Friday again already. I woke up early last Sunday morning in Melbourne, to the songs of birds…morning branch

In the morning
Magpie’s liquid songs
Poured in libation
To the rising  sun god
Are spilled on the damp earth.

A scientist may say
It is a song
Only about territory
But to my poet’s ears
It sounds like joy.

morningI couldn’t find a photo of a magpie, let alone a magpie in Melbourne in the morning – so I’ve chosen some ‘morning’ pictures instead. They are all taken around home, not in the metropolis. I might have enjoyed the dawn chorus last weekend, but I didn’t get out of bed to try to document it in pictures!


We haven’t had a frost yet this year, but no doubt we will have some in time. We’d better get the chimney cleaned before then…not that Canadians or Alaskans think our frosty mornings are all that chilly!

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