Illumination of the morning
slips between the threads
of the curtain til it gently
disturbs the dreams of the night.
The chitter of birds rides
each ray of light til I rub
the sleep from my eyes to
greet the morning with a yawn.
There is little more until I rise
to open the day before me.
“It’s morning, and again I am that lucky person who is in it.”
~ Mary Oliver
Inspired by the poetry of Mary Oliver
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