"Bones" by Mary Oliver
......."our part is not knowing
but looking, and touching, and loving
which is the way I walked on,
softly, through the pale-pink morning light."
to wake , , ,
To wake each morning
in darkness unsure
replete with dreams
and starlight
rising and walking and waking
touching upon tender pink hope
that lies in the day's early hours
we wish, we reach and strive
to embrace whatever lies beyond the rising
....our part is not knowing
step by step by waking step
a certain weariness settles
as the sun rises on in shadows & light
...and birds
bring sweet melody upon a breeze
spring promised
by sprouts of purple hyacinth and
daffodils butter yellow brilliance
our place, our breath, our being, nothing more
but looking, and touching, and loving
come day ~
bring on your color erudite & everlasting
there the dogwood's red buds come on so delicately
as a thousand crocus endeavor
to find the clever sun
gently I step between the mounds of life & loam
gently as the clouds drift casually against the blue
everything a whispered promise of warmer days
gently, gently ...
which is the way I walked on
walked on through the subtle morning light
reflection coming on through window glass
walked on to early morning coffee
dawn's reminder of evermore
day's hours clocking past
walked to pass out to bird's gathering
resilient to april wind
remarkably courageous new day
coming on
softly, through the pale-pink morning light
