‘Early risers’ by C. Murray

November,
we wait, my cat and I,
for the climbing sun to
warm the Grecian bowl of earth,
the open cup of a shorn
amaryllis, the deep lie of
the Calla Lily, wood-silled.
We wait, my cat and I,
for light’s warm blessing
in a cacophony of flight.

Morning birds sing praises
when bit-by-bit our small
earth bowl is lit, relumed,
exquisitely illumed. Warming
to the trees at back,
her golden ground–

© C. Murray