Tuesday, September 6, 2016

Good Morning, everything that shines

Good Morning

Good morning to the great trees
That bend above this little house;
Good morning to the wind that comes
And goes among the leaves, and sings;
Good morning to the birds, the grass,
Good morning to the bare ground;
Good morning, pond across the way
That must have opened both its eyes;
Good morning, everything that shines
Or doesn’t shine; good morning, mole
And worm and nesting mouse—good morning,
Morning to all things that ever
Were and will be, and that are.

~ From, “Good Morning: Last Poems,” by Mark Van Doren

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