Grey Thoughts

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As Before

As before the sky goes light,

in early morning,

birds sound like ocean waves

rushing in, at first faint,

as after that first


break,


receding. 


Whistling, tweeting,

maybe sending secret


messages,

or not so secret.

Twittering choir endlessly

without    intermission.

If I could pick a song,

for the birds to sing, 

I would request Amazing Grace;

all the birds in agreement,

singing to the Heavens,

thanking God for their wings.


By Melissa Lemay

From: United States

Website: https://melissalemay.wordpress.com