Early Morning

On waking up in the morning.

Early Morning

                                

Sometimes I wake up to the soft whirring sound

Of the washing machine spinning clothes round and round,

The chirps from the sparrows sitting under the eaves,

The rustling and scraping as the wind blows the leaves,

The murmur of talk as someone speaks to the dogs,

The pit-pat on concrete as the running man jogs,

The noise from the pigeons as they feed from tin cups,

The beat of their wings as disturbed they fly up,

And as the room comes alight with the early-morn glow,

It’s telling me it’s time to get up and go.

From Entertaining Verse Poems        

©Blair Gowrie (Roderick Macdonald)