Heart, I implore you, it's time to come back from the dark, it's morning, the hills are pink and the roses whatever they felt in the valley of night are opening now their soft dresses, their leaves are shining. Why are you laggard? Sure you have seen this a thousand times, which isn't half enough. Let the world have its way with you, luminous as it is with mystery and pain~ graced as it is with the ordinary. By Mary Oliver
4 thoughts on “Summer Morning”
so beautiful! Thanks, Yoga Goat!
Glad you enjoyed!
Amy, this is the most beautiful picture. Reminds me so of the view from Mother and Daddy’s mountain and the daisy field on the other side where I would go and just sit.Thank you for the lovely poem. Love you, Libby
aww… I love knowing that! Love you too