
Summer Morning by Mary Oliver Heart, I implore you, its 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.