This Morning

by Hildegarde Flanner

Hildegarde Flanner

After the emotion of rain
The mist parts across the morning,
Like the smile of one
Who has laughed in sleep
And cannot remember why.

The damp road companions my feet,
And is a friend to every step.
Above me winter goldfinches
Cling like fruit
To the delighted birch trees;
And the studious earth,
Thinking what flowers to speak in next,
Moves restlessly with small, wise birds
Who read tucks in the moss,
Symbols on beetle-wings,
And comedies on pink and yellow pebbles,
Which 1 am too tall to see.

Last updated February 11, 2023