“I would like to paint the way a bird sings.”
— Claude Monet
What do the birds know
that makes them join
the dawn chorus,
silhouettes on a wire,
shadows underneath
a sleepy moon —
they are as primed
to greet the sun
as the mellow
lunar orb is ready
to retreat, find rest
within the light—
that is why I find
morning the best time,
the break-line
dawning, another
night watch ends,
we rise, the birds and I,
singing praises to our God.
—C.L. Fisher, January 2022
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Poetic Meanderings 