Morning's Vigour

 

The balcony

Morning quite coolish

But bracing to

One bleary eyed.

Sonatas beneath 

In the tree line.

These neighbours are birds

I don't mind.

They draw me to day's 

New adventures.

They feed where the

Feeding is good.

The worries

They leave in the Darkness

The morning brings

Life, as it should.

Those cardinals

Robins and finches.

The doves mourn

And geese honk their joy.

Good lessons for

Tired homo sapiens.

Good vigour for

Us to employ.