13 Jan It’s not even poetry day
but i came across this one from Mary Oliver – the beloved Mary Oliver – and thought it a grand way to start the week. Here ’tis:
Why I Wake Early
Hello, sun in my face.
Hello, you who made 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 the crotchety â€“
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 â€“
good morning, good morning, good morning.
Watch, now, how I start the day
in happiness, in kindness.
We had all of four minutes of sun shine today. Now the hills are covered with snow flurries. But I know, that somewhere, out there, probably in Debra Prinzing’s LA, the sun is shining. That’s ok, my desert home needs a winter rest. Come to think of it, so do I. Off to make a pot of soup (Buffalo Chicken soup for dinner) and then a little nap. Winter’s nap. Ah yes.