Morning's Visit

Morning comes calling like an old friend

stopping by to chat awhile.

"Sit down," I say,

"and tell me of your journey

through the morning stars.

Tell me, does night retreat reluctantly?

Is the sun easily awakened

to fill the world with light?

Do the winds speak

kindly as you pass through?

Are the mountains welcoming 

when you glide over them

and descend so gracefully

into my valley?"

Morning comes to sit awhile

and with each arrival she

fills my spirit with 

cosmic wonder,

my heart with hope.