QUIET MORNING

QUIET MORNING

Quiet morning begins in a quiet heart, the noise of the day behind us, and good things to remind us how fortunate we are. A star lingers, as the light tiptoes down the stairs of night and onto the floor of expectation. We shall know elation, or perhaps a sense of doom, as quiet morning leads into a flowing afternoon.

Quiet moving, the earth, the years, woven, loose or tight, through the eyes of greeting and parting. We are only starting to feel our way, when, suddenly, it is yesterday. We need not fear the seeming permanence of our departing, every day, in our experience and dreams, the quiet morning seems to read our thoughts, and give us poetry worth quoting.

G.M.S.
“For the poet, Grace Difalco”