According to Mary Harwell Sayler in her new book Poetry Dictionary for Children and for Fun, an aubade is: “a morning song. Sometimes it’s a love poem. Sometimes it’s a sad song, but ready or not, an aubade greets the dawn.”
Here’s an aubade for today, actually yesterday, because yesterday it was warm, today it’s cold.
Morning Song
Feed cats
Fill water bowls
Make coffee
Let cats out
Let cats in
“Good morning, husband.”
House chilly
Step out the door and into sunshine.
Tropical breeze
Take a walk
Vines in a yard hanging from a line
Purple flowers
A sycamore clatters brown leaves
“Trees of the field shall clap their hands.”*
Fallen leaves skitter, call, “come hither.”
Not yet!
Six-foot sunflowers, yellow duckies round their feet.
Turn back, work to do.
Thank God.
*Isaiah 55:12
Old Things R New 