a poem for sunny mornings

a poem in anticipation of many early mornings in my future, and in honor of the sun who has been putting on a good show in seattle this summer. (and, yes, i’m well aware of the fact that fall and winter mornings in seattle are generally neither sunny nor the least bit bright.)

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.

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