Monday, April 22, 2013
A morning-glory morning with its usual glory,
dawn particurlarly startling with citrons and
mauves, petunias in the garden flashing their
tender signals of gratitude. The sunflowers
creak in their grass-colored dresses. Cosmos,
the four o'clocks, the sweet alyssum nod to
the roses who so very politely nod back.
And now it is time to go to work. At my desk
I look out over the fluttering petals, little
fires. Each one fresh and almost but not quite
Consider wearing such a satisfying body!
Consider being, with your entire self, such
a quiet prayer!