Dawn yawned the day half-awake. Cardinals jostled the morning, circled the sunflower feeder. The sun pulled itself from treetops limb to limb. It glared at a murder of crows flocking to the aid of a brother disputing with the blue jays. The sky grimaced, a swarm of clouds from the north plotted to hide the sun, bring back the night. The west wind whined. A pair of common house sparrows proclaimed their trust in the future, chirped their mutual admiration. She fluttered feathery charms, he responded with breakfast, served one grain at a time. They sealed their promises with kisses of millet and maize. The wind sighed a hymn of gratitude and pushed the clouds back over the horizon. The sun beamed like a proud parent. Mother of morning smiled and allowed Day to continue.
BIO: Wesley Sims has published one chapbook of poetry, When Night Comes, Finishing Line Press, Georgetown, Kentucky, 2013. His work has appeared in Connecticut Review, G.W. Review, Wisconsin Review, The South Carolina Review, Praxis Magazine, The Avocet and others. He lives in Oak Ridge, Tennessee. His hobbies include reading, writing, camping, and photography.