THE ART OF MORNING

"If I take the wings of the morning and dwell in the uttermost parts of the sea, even there shall thy hand lead me and thy right hand shall hold me." Psalm 139: 9, 10

THE ART OF MORNING

I have been awake since early

As sleep eluded me,

So I got up and settled here

And made a cup of tea.

Too early for the paper

Or to phone a friend to talk.

Too early for so many things,

Too early for a walk.

I felt the cool of morning,

Saw the waking of the world

I saw the glory of the sunrise ~

Morning’s flag gently unfurled.

I heard the chorus of the birds

As they woke so rested.

Saw the flutter of a leaf

On a tree where they had nested.

I listened to the waking world

On a day so fresh and new.

I saw the orange wisp of clouds

On a sky now faintly blue.

I saw this new beginning

And felt blessed to be a part

Of this very special showing

Of Mother Nature’s art.

© Linda J. Vaughan

2011