You woke me.
Your voice sharp
with vibrant zest,
an alarm call
from the top of the apple tree
urging me to get up
and celebrate the spirit
of this post-rain morning.
Sun-rays like fingers
open the eyes
of your sleepy babies
in their ivy nest.
We are waiting for breakfast,
and still you sing and trill on.
JTD, April 27,2015
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