Saunter

There was this morning—

a glory of sunlight crowning the trees—

a gift—a benediction—

your eyes closed—

listen—you will hear the jubilation—

the pride a branch has—

the invitation stands—

be as a bird is—busy with bliss—

and our small forest tuning up

its chamber music—

listen—there is a glory of sunlight—

and—just off stage—

final touches to the lilac &

the daffodil—there is a glory of

sunlight—

peepers in the bog

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be as a bird is—busy with bliss—

and our small forest tuning up—

O the glory of it—

flicker—yellow bellied sapsucker—owl

peepers in the bog

& the wild geese—a horse

nickers—a dog strains at

their leash—let me cavort—

There was this morning—

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nickers—a dog strains at

its leash—the horse in the

paddock does—it is morning glory

time—it is bursting out you

know—amen

without complaint branches open—gold

is a sharp color after all—

themselves—beauty is a midwife then–

There was this morning—

as if a newborn opening its

eyes for the first time

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nickers—a dog strains at

its leash—the horse in the

paddock you

know—amen

There was this morning—

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peepers in the bog

on a rotting log

There was this morning—

small things being born—

be as a bird is—busy with bliss—

bald eagle—blue heron

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There was this morning—

small things being born—

a glory—a rapture—sunlight offering—free

of charge—the birds know what–

bald eagle—blue heron—

house sparrow—chickadee—pileated

woodpecker—flicker—owl—

and the raven and the peacock—

know how it is—the wild geese

peepers in the bog

know what the miser—the oligarch—do

not know—the righteous—the reasonable

do not know—there is glory enough

in the least of things you

know—amen