Morning

Runa woke me up.  Time to go out.  I am not really awake.  I noticed from my window that there  are wild ducks on the pond.  I slip on my slippers and robe, grab my camera.  Try to go quietly outside.  Runa barks.  Ducks fly. Too slow with the camera.  Beautiful morning.  Despite the chill and not being properly dressed I take a wander.................

Now with COFFEE I write this little note and find this poem for your enjoyment...Have a nice Day!

Morning Poem

 

Every morning

the world

is created. 

Under the orange

 

sticks of the sun

the heaped

ashes of the night

turn into leaves again

 

and fasten themselves to the high branches ---

and the ponds appear

like black cloth

on which are painted islands

 

of summer lilies. 

If it is your nature

to be happy

you will swim away along the soft trails

 

for hours, your imagination

alighting everywhere. 

And if your spirit

carries within it

 

the thorn

that is heavier than lead ---

if it's all you can do

to keep on trudging ---

 

there is still

somewhere deep within you

a beast shouting that the earth

is exactly what it wanted ---

 

each pond with its blazing lilies

is a prayer heard and answered

lavishly, 

every morning,

 

whether or not

you have ever dared to be happy, 

whether or not

you have ever dared to pray.

 

~ Mary Oliver ~

(Dream Work 1986)