Prompt 20, Hour 20 – Flicker

Streetlights flicker,

and pierce through the drowsy fog

awakened with the earliest morning sky.


Small bulbs, they crown the street view ever so gently,

and leave the senses to lounge in dawn’s magic.

Songbirds join the moment, overjoyed for the day to come.


I receive the gift, grateful and dumbfounded.

How many mornings, have I missed this enchantment?



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