Why I Wake Early (by Mary Oliver)
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who make the morning
and spread it over the fields
and into the faces of the tulips
and the nodding morning glories,
and into the windows of, even, the
miserable and crotchety–
best preacher that ever was,
dear star, that just happens
to be where you are in the universe
to keep us from ever-darkness,
to ease us with warm touching,
to hold us in the great hands of light–
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
So Beautiful, my sweet friend~so grateful for you
I just woke up and it’s noon. It is cloudy, therefore dark in our holler. Scott is off with Holly to the groomers. No neighbors on Wednesday. Silence. Still.
I love the poem you posted. I have never seen dawn near the summer solstice that I can remember because school was out by then and the miserable out before dawn schedule was over.
Beautiful Amy, may I share on Facebook? 😘
Sure