Aubade

in the morning, there are skies again;
the sun or the sun in clouds;
the ground;

the sound of traffic
or the sound of birdsong
or both, mingled together.

in the morning, the winds will rise
or they will remain still:
your heartbeat wakes up with you

and fragments of dreams...
and a meal is made or coming soon

and God in surreptitious valentines
or in plain view
is making His love known to you

in the morning.

mary angela douglas 6 june 2016