"MORNING"

In the morning sun; 
    The world comes to life.
Everything is so quiet;
    And yet also filled with the songs of birds.
A hawk soars across the sky;
    Squawking, for a mate?
Everywhere there is cool, color, and song;
    Nothing to portend the ensuing chaos of the day.

My love comes in the morning;
    Breaking, and yet nourishing the muse.
He is not a note, but the song.

As the morning's cool, color, and song supports my spirit through the day;
    My love's warmth supports my heart.

Quiet mornings are filled with love and nourishment.
As the trees, hit by the new sun, fill the air with oxygen;
    So their seeds and fruit feed the birds.
For a moment I am the trees, flowers, and birds.
They chase through the sky;
    Driven to continue the cycle of life.

And then comes the day.
I can only languish in the morning;
    Resisting the day's busy calling for so long.
And then I must join the mind of the day;
    Hoping to remember the soul of my quiet morning.

Alas, in daydream, I return to quiet mornings at the beach;
    Hearing the waves,
    Watching the dolphins move from resting to feeding waters.

And then, again, it is the day;
    As I await the coming of the next morning.

                                             © Cherry Zimmer, July 4, 1997