August Morning
By Lillian Rodich, San Fernando Branch
I awake to a lonely bird’s song
greeting August’s dawn
air vibrates with silence
and I wonder about magic
sunlight burns through a paper sky
and haze tarnishes the pristine blue
crystal wind chimes barely heard
shiver in the hushed silence
and a wavering landscape
wraps its arms around me
I imagine kings and queens
long ago festivals
joyous celebrations
as a lone bird invades my dreams.
This poem originally appeared in the August 2024
Valley Scribe, newsletter of the San Fernando Branch.