morning light . . .

I try to take a walk most mornings and write a poem before I do anything else. If I can accomplish that, then the rest of the day can take care of itself. This is a poem I wrote awhile back, but I dug it out when I stepped into this gorgeous morning.

onwakingOn Waking
Hold your hands out to the sky.
Bend into the morning light
the way a musical note bends into silence.
Who’s to say we don’t tend toward love?