Swallowing up the last bit of
my dreams, my eyelids like wings
on birds open to greet the day.
My vision eyes the little bird right
on my windowsill. It twirps like
summer grasshoppers and waits
like spring lilies in winter. I sit
up and in a welcoming gesture
open its wings, and it turns around
like the hand and arm motion
that means to come along.
Immanuel-St. James Lutheran School