Monday, April 14, 2014

Sunrise


The birds are quiet
this morning.

I am quiet too.

What is it we know,
and are not quite ready to tell?

Will we keep the secret,
even from ourselves?

Or will we sing,
and singing,

go?



2 comments:

Jonathan Chant said...

This poem gets right to the heart of things. One to keep in the emotional kit bag for every eventuality.

William Michaelian said...

Right next to your rainbow....

Thanks, Jonathan.