Hello, Sun in My Face

The cabin white oak, in summer.

The sunlight through the trees is extra pretty this morning. After days upon days of rain, I woke to clear skies. There’s still a chance of storms and showers later today, but only 30%, so the odds of dry weather are pretty good. I’m grateful for that.

I continue to read Mary Oliver’s poetry. Today I’m sharing her poem, “Why I Wake Early.”

Enjoy the poem. And take a moment to notice the beauty all around you. Wishing you well.

~Pat

Why I Wake Early

by Mary Oliver

Hello, sun in my face.

Hello, you who make the morning

and spread it over the fields

and into the faces of the tulips

and the nodding morning glories,

and into the windows of, even,

the
 miserable and crotchety–

best preacher that ever was,

dear star, that just happens

to be where you are in the universe


to keep us from ever-darkness,


to ease us with warm touching,


to hold us in the great hands of light–


good morning, good morning, good morning.

Watch, now, how I start the day


in happiness, in kindness.