Offering

This morning,
A kookaburra call
Split the silence
Just as I was offering incense
In the predawn gloom.
I can hear it's echo
Even now.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

The senses coming awake from an unexpected sound.

[Zugzwang]

Yes, that's what happened. It was a strange and beautiful experience.

[Gaia Octavia]

Haunting yet comforting. This piece feels like the last moment before a sunrise. Well done.

[Zugzwang]

It was like that, yes. Just a small observation from a special time of day.

[Gaia Octavia]

Perfection👌

[jacob erin-cilberto]

the poem is a sound...the morning is full of interesting sounds, nice how you pick one out...among all...and let us hear it through your words...

[Zugzwang]

Your review is a poem...thanks for dropping by, Jacob.