The Sun Is Rising

The following poem is offered for inspiration during the COVID-19 pandemic.

Author: Monica Anita Gupta

The sun is rising with each shivering step I take.
It’s still dark out, but I see pink creeping into the blue:
spring pastels to match the canary yellow gowns inside.
Cotton candy dreams. A veneer of peace.

A flock of birds welcomes it in, nibbling,
eager for a taste of life,
thirsty for the warmth of sun.

Show me how you fly, you birds.
How, on little nibbles, you get by,
consuming little, yet soaring
long and wide and far and singing,
enthused about the dawn you’re bringing,
with faith in the power of the morning sun.