The Early Morning Light

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In the early morning light, leaves speak of peace

and a gentle rain

while a bumble bee hovers

watching me, as if I was intruding.

A chipmunk darts, when a pair of wings opens

and hops from one tree limb to another, hopeful.

“Will you release your prayer?” the crow seems to say,

I realize in the early morning light, of the deep forest…..

it is time.

    

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2019, ancient skies

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