I hear the Blue Jays from bed

Before I wrap myself in comfy clothes

So everything stays sleepy.

My coffee brewed for me

At 8 in the morning

Still hot, I pour myself a cup.

Out on the deck

Cormorants sit upon the water

No longer little question marks,

I know them.

A hummingbird hangs in the air.

And so, dreams spill upon the morning

With Catbirds and the chirping of crickets.

Poetry by Rachel
rayintheworld.com
instagram.com/arayintheworld