Oh this, must be a good morning
All the last cotton wisps of fog visiting with the ivy
Politely finding whatever spaces Nature hasn't yet filled herself
This must be a good morning
Though I slept too late in the down and white
Danced too early into the morning
And collapsed here, a fledgling in a big soft nest
Sleepy from shaking off all the old
And coating the new in smiles and hand-holds and balloons
Then there was that fog, too delicious to ignore
Even as the sun began to think about rising
And my knees threatened to begin falling
So out I went!
The world is too powerful a thing to miss
Going out into it is the dearest prayer I know
So I investigated the seated clouds
And then satisfied, could rest my head
Now it's here, this good morning
Sweater snuggled into the day
All that's been so far is happy peeks outside of the window
Fingers clicking over the sunny keys
Telling you the story of my grand morning
In which I did nothing
But had everything, jolly and well in my lap
I like to snooze and wonder about things
How this shall be and what a fairy tale could mean
If it breathed and stirred and walked the Earth with me
I like even better to wake and wander
Crunch over the frosted lawn in small boots
A sparkling lens jaunty on my shoulder blade
All of this makes a good, good morning
The first one of a year that's never been before
The moments sneaking enchanted into the room
Playing with all the contents of my old life
Leaving me different when I woke up
But content like a lamb
I am pastured in the good mornings
When I rise with the sun or wake when the bluebirds are having lunch
All this quiet greeting
My fondest hours
Soon it'll be afternoon and I'll go here and there
There'll be opinions to consider
Time to manage
But for now, I think I shall simply be here with the morning
Grin big to just myself in the sea of quilts and Noah's Ark
Wish all the world a brave new morning!
All the last cotton wisps of fog visiting with the ivy
Politely finding whatever spaces Nature hasn't yet filled herself
This must be a good morning
Though I slept too late in the down and white
Danced too early into the morning
And collapsed here, a fledgling in a big soft nest
Sleepy from shaking off all the old
And coating the new in smiles and hand-holds and balloons
Then there was that fog, too delicious to ignore
Even as the sun began to think about rising
And my knees threatened to begin falling
So out I went!
The world is too powerful a thing to miss
Going out into it is the dearest prayer I know
So I investigated the seated clouds
And then satisfied, could rest my head
Now it's here, this good morning
Sweater snuggled into the day
All that's been so far is happy peeks outside of the window
Fingers clicking over the sunny keys
Telling you the story of my grand morning
In which I did nothing
But had everything, jolly and well in my lap
I like to snooze and wonder about things
How this shall be and what a fairy tale could mean
If it breathed and stirred and walked the Earth with me
I like even better to wake and wander
Crunch over the frosted lawn in small boots
A sparkling lens jaunty on my shoulder blade
All of this makes a good, good morning
The first one of a year that's never been before
The moments sneaking enchanted into the room
Playing with all the contents of my old life
Leaving me different when I woke up
But content like a lamb
I am pastured in the good mornings
When I rise with the sun or wake when the bluebirds are having lunch
All this quiet greeting
My fondest hours
Soon it'll be afternoon and I'll go here and there
There'll be opinions to consider
Time to manage
But for now, I think I shall simply be here with the morning
Grin big to just myself in the sea of quilts and Noah's Ark
Wish all the world a brave new morning!
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