Poem a Day 22: Repetition

Outside my window, a nameless

bird chirps and chirps,

its song a glad awakening

to blue sky and a sun-drenched day.

Winter was too long this year,

those days wrapped in snow

and cold wind that blew

hope into darkness.

I know, as sure as I stretch

into each moment of today,

that winter will return,

as the earth turns,

the moon rises,

itself turning from

crescent to full,

and turning again,

the same and not the same,

ending and not ending.

Somewhere newscasters' voices drone,

reporting anew the horror of war, 

global warming, political

angst, and we're left, bereft,

remembering the words of Dylan Thomas:  

"Do not go gentle into that good night.

Rage, rage against the dying

of the light."

Image by John_Nature_Photos from Pixabay

Today, NaPoWriMo's Maureen Thorson writes: "In honor of today being the 22nd day of Na/GloPoWriMo 2022, I’d like to challenge you to write a poem that uses repetition. You can repeat a sound, a word, a phrase, or an image, or any combination of things."

And then the bird chirped outside my window.

You can read Dylan Thomas' poem HERE on poets.org.