The Early Bird

This is poem is written as a Petrarchan sonnet.

Every morning I get up too early
Yet today again I rise with the sun
The open sky is pink, blue and pearly
I get up and fix my hair in a bun

This morning I try to stifle my yawns
Retrieve a cup of tea, needing caffeine
I glance out to the lake and spot the swans
Shove my boots on, then close the rusty screen

Haggard, I strut down the muddy pathway
Now feeling the morning sun on my face
Step into the row boat and castaway
Gliding to a stop, I dive in with grace

Along with the fish,  swimming endeavor
For now I am more awake than ever

Reviews

[Truman S. Booth]

I love this poem! The rhymes are perfect; they fit the story as well as they fit each other. The imagery is wonderful. I felt as though I was watching this sunrise swim from the side of the lake. Excellent write.