early morning
by Elouise
A flock of small birds
speeds south
high above tree tops
Early morning sun shivers
behind gray clouds
creeping across the sky
Next to the radiator
my cat huddles
soaking in precious warmth
Sometimes I think it would be easier if I were a bird or clouds or a kept cat. Then again, I don’t think that would be nearly as adventuresome as getting up each day wondering what it will become by nightfall.
I don’t know why I’m the woman I am, why I was born into this skin, or why I had no say about the family or country into which I was born.
I used to fret about this, as though things would be better if I were someone else. Born to different parents, at another time and in another place.
Today I love who I am as one of God’s creatures. Small, yet as precious as the smallest hummingbird making its annual migration from North to South. Flying, not tiptoeing my way into the next season of my life. Held in God’s large hand.
© Elouise Renich Fraser, 9 November 2017
Photo found at pinterest.com
Daily Prompt: Gingerly
Telling the Truth 
Yes, we must learn to love what we cannot change about ourselves 💜
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Yes, especially that….:)
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Yes, It is nice to feel at ease and then, I am certain, tomorrow you will relish that ease and find the strength to rail against another injustice somewhere. Keep it coming.
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It’s already cooking! 😊
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I like your Haiku.
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Thanks, Waldo! They’re fun to write.
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Don’t tell me that that is gods hand holding that little bird? Isn’t that a sweet creature, we don’t have them here which is a pity, they seem such busy little people.
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That’s a shame—not having hummingbirds where you live. We used to have a hummingbird feeder on the back porch, but too many out door cats now roam the neighborhood. 😟
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They are native to the Americas
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Today I love who I am as one of God’s creatures. Small, yet as precious as the smallest hummingbird making its annual migration from North to South. Flying, not tiptoeing my way into the next season of my life. Held in God’s large hand.
I love this part Elouise, and the image so fitting for it too ❤ cold days and huddling in for warmth up there I see, sending sunshine and warmth from down South….you could always fly down or anywhere and be the bird ❤
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Today is the worst–though we do have sunshine, so it isn’t the worst of the worst! 🙂 In the very low 20s this morning. Brrrrr! Sometimes the sunny South beckons with greater fervor than usual. Today would be one of those days. 🙂 They declared an overnight emergency in Philly for the last two nights–meaning anyone on the streets would be directed or taken to a safe, warm overnight haven with food etc. And it’s only the first half of November. They say we’re in for another mild (unusually warm) winter. I’ll believe it when I see it. Thanks for your lovely comment and invitation! 🙂
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It’s always here waiting open invite. First day off in 3 days, get to play catch up finally, yay. I’ll pray for a warm winter for you but I can’t believe it’s that cold so early already. Yikes. It’s been comfy here although a bit humid, sleeping horribly though, wake after seven hours of sleep which lately means 2:30-4 am. Gonna finish up the story writing today…no fears about El💜 I’m sure you’ll enjoy the ending💕
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Hello, Elouise! You came here now in this form to learn–to experience yourself.
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Thank you, Pamela, for this ageless comment!
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