Good Morning

“Good Morning”

Good morning poured into my room

In streams that, warming, wakened me

To watch the golden, rising tide

Flow inward from the dawning day.

The maiden light is rarely such

A flood of nearly touchable

Assurance, eager to arrive

And meet you; waiting like the sound

And fragrance of festivity

On your own doorstep, greeting you

Before you open and go in.

March, 1982