Sunday, March 22, 2020

#PoetryBreak - Spring Morning

Spring (M.A. Reilly)

Spring Morning 

Marion Strobel
O day—if I could cup my hands and drink of you, 
And make this shining wonder be 
A part of me! 
O day! O day!
You lift and sway your colors on the sky 
Till I am crushed with beauty. Why is there 
More of reeling sunlit air 
Than I can breathe? Why is there sound 
In silence? Why is a singing wound 
About each hour? 
And perfume when there is no flower?
O day! O Day! How may I press 
Nearer to loveliness?

1 comment:

  1. Yes, miraculously Spring has appeared amidst a pandemic! Gazing out the window can actually take a worried mind to a better place.
    Thank you!


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