October 12: Cacophony

before the sun’s up

first crows, then a flock of geese

must you be so loud

August 18: Dawn patrol

For how much longer--

the calls of wild geese

flying upriver at dawn?

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June 18: Dawnsong

Wakened by cat at dawn

I let the vireo

lull me back to sleep.

 

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January 24: Alive

Still here to enjoy

dawn, watching the big moon set

from the toilet seat.

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October 24: Closer

Venus, Jupiter, and Mars move ever closer together in the pre-dawn hours. This morning, right out my front door, so bright, I wanted to keep staring and staring until they dimmed with the sunrise.

 

Above: three planets.

Below: wild turkeys feeding

in a misty field.

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October 14: Sunrise

Red sky in morning,

and three planets still high, bright--

there's hope for us yet.

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September 16: Early morning, sound of feathers

I hear wings flapping

but fall back asleep

too tired yet for the divine.

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September 15: Just before dawn

Just before dawn

a single crow caws--

I'm not the only one awake.

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June 27: Phoebe

Phoebe calling--

such excitement at dawn,

how can I fall back asleep?

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September 12: Morning loon

Before my alarm--
calls of the loon
flying upriver at dawn.

September 8: Classic

Rooster crowing,

setting moon through pines--

I wake to a poem.

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September 7: Before dawn

Awake before dawn

imagining morning flight,

owl calling nearby.

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February 2: Setting moon

Again, woke up much too early, but at least had the pleasure of watching the waning moon (last quarter) setting behind the neighbor's spruce trees, and, as the sky lightened, chickadees making their first darting run through those trees to the feeders.

Even as the sky lightens
setting moon remains bright,
night carried into day.

September 10: Crows at Dawn

Most morning the crows wake me just as it starts to get light. Their caw is different then, flatter, just three notes. A wake-up call for the neighborhood, perhaps? Or roll call, so each family member can check in with the flock--"I've survived the night"?

For a few moments, I'm pensive, pondering the mind of the crow. Then I fall back asleep.

Crows cawing
sound different
at the crack of dawn.

July 13: Pre-dawn

I'm not a morning person, so the wee hours of the day are always a revelation to me. Unfortunately, things weighing on my mind have left me wide awake at a ridiculously early hour. It's too bad, really, that this isn't a natural habit for me, as this is a wonderful time of day--watching the pale sky slowly brighten and deepen into blue as the song sparrow sings from the still-dark trees and crows stir upriver, breaking the peace in our otherwise quiet neighborhood...

Pre-dawn, crows yelling--
what is there to shout about?
The day's still so young.