these mornings, now

…mine eyes open lately in mornings

with a spirit of reckoning, a sense

of foreboding, present in the

waking of these todays

likened to a grey ominous sky in lieu

of a bright golden sunrise while a loft

of aviary choir fills the morning stillness

after a restless nocturnal stay

i wish to hear the cardinal sing again with

mellifluous song that lifts my spirit, turns

the day from one of portent to one touched

 by the sun’s fingered rays

and so too, for a light of sprinkle rains that

shall rinse away and cleanse not just the

virus of disease but awaken the spirit that

once garnered love in lieu of hate…