Morning Has Broken
The singer sang I have tried in my own way to be free
Stepping back a step from the open door I
watch chickadees juncos sparrows peck away
at a scattering of seed and bread scraps tossed
where earlier just as the sun began to light the day
I pushed aside the new snow
they crack the heart make me smile
tending to their day as they tend to all days
plain simple without rush without reason
It is the beginning of the side of winter I like
the quiet season the new year just beginning
nothing to accomplish nowhere needing to be
and after the passing of the darkest night just days ago
light now growing
Alone standing here breathing this new year cold air
watching the quiet morning and quiet myself
the morning now clearing
the sky taking on its long side of winter blue
cold crisp and fine
the feathered kind now perched on branches ruffling in
the warming light of the winter sun
A wind begins rounding off the drifts where
earlier I had pushed aside the new snow
the little clearing now a shallow bowl
Nothing in this world is as beautiful as mind and heart at rest
by Russ 'Jakushin' Flynn, Lafayette, IN