In rural PA, I get to wake to bird songs, even on mornings when frost coats the flora. Several days ago, I posted this, Skittle Along on a Surfin’ Safari with Me https://medium.com/write-under-the-moon/skittle-along-on-a-surfin-safari-with-me-ecd6e8e1dbbf, which included:

"woke this morning to sunlight and birdsongs. As I stayed in bed smiling, several haiku ran through my mind, such as:

spooning her spirit
birdsongs and she ring my ear
glorious morning"