New Year's Morning, 2021
I rise at dawn and softly spread the curtains
To watch the pale sun rising over rooftops.
The early sky is beautiful:
Long, low clouds in light and shadow,
A palette of pinks and blues
From softest rose to deep purple.
Birds circle the dark, twisting trees.
Magpies sweep to the top for best lookout;
Pigeons bumble for a sturdy perch
Close to the trunk;
Tiny tits dart into the low mesh of twigs;
And all turn to the East
Lifting their breasts to The Sun,
Spreading their wings
For the first warmth of daylight.
It is an intimate, radiant moment.
I draw the curtains closed
And cuddle back into bed
With delight in my Soul
More warming than my duvet.
The New Year has been blessed.
Cynthia Buell Thomas, 2021