Is It Time Yet?

Day 5
How do you know when the time is right?
Does the alarm sound when it's time to get up
Playing music or buzzing in your ear?

How do you know when it's time to get up?
Does someone call you saying, "It's time."
A voice you ignore for a few minutes more.

How do you know when it's time to get up?
Does the sun shine so brightly
You can't shield your eyes?

How do you know when it's time to get up?
You just know!

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26 responses to “Is It Time Yet?

  1. Yay, daffodils peeking up. Rise and shine!

  2. Yay! I just noticed some of my bulbs peeking through the dirt the other day and got so excited! Yay!

  3. Spring cannot come soon enough! I love the picture you added!

  4. Oh, a surprise at the end! I love it! My daffodils are all pushing up through the soil, too. I cannot wait for them to bloom – they are so cheery. Your photo gives the poem new meaning. Clever, Bob, and really, a great poem about spring flowers. I am so glad you wrote it! Love the effective repetition. The question-answer structure. Lovely!

  5. Love! Love! Love! Love this! Seeing those buds at the end just made my day. So close! Thanks for the smile.

  6. I worried at first that your cat wasn’t well. I grew more relieved as I read and when I saw the picture, I smiled.

  7. jumpofffindwings

    Welcome, Tulips…nature strikes again, in the very best of ways. Love, “A voice you ignore for a few minutes more.” Always a sucker for internal rhyme!

  8. Great picture to go with your lovely poem.

  9. Nice surprise ending… or should I say beginning? Either way, I’m smiling!

  10. Lainie Levin

    Signs. Of. SPRING!!! Somehow, THEY always somehow know when to wake up, when to poke their sleepy heads from the cold ground. Little messengers of hope, they are. Thanks for this slice.

  11. I wish I saw some flowers peeking out but at least the sun is shining. I can pretend it is spring soon if only the weather would be warmer. Thanks for the poem and the lovely floral treat. You got me with your end. Like many others, I did not expect it.

  12. Terje

    I heard an interview with Naomi Shiahab Nye. She read aloud in the morning to wake up her son. Perhaps the sun read poetry and the wind sang some songs to wake up the flowers.

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