Of a morning

You don’t have to have a lake at the window
with birds wheeling and diving, nor a red golden
rising sun, with a yellow streak of light, to be happy
of a morning. In fact, you can begin to appreciate
the different shades in the cloud as a palette of meaning.

Okay, so it’s harder if it is a dark smudge of grey out,
but even then a bird flying against it or a tree reaching
its wintery feel of stark branches into the picture
provides a perspective. It may have
the same shape and outlook each morning;
with each season there are different shades,
a different light. Feeling brilliant does not depend
on blue only at the window and blossom even
or daffodils appearing or the wind making other choices
(like finally ending the whistling).

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