A Morning Prayer

by Ann Privateer

It’s a cold, rainy morning
I’m still in bed praying
For this day, this moment
To simply be me
Not listless, revived
By the blue sky after rain
By tree limbs crisscrossing
To cut across and through
And tiny birds chirping
Life is good
I’ll get up and face
Another day.

Ann Privateer is a poet, artist, and photographer. She grew up in the Midwest and now resides in California. Some of her recent work has appeared in Third Wednesday and Entering to name a few.

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