Morning Has Broken

We waken to the pulsating glow
of that ineffable brightness
filtering through our house, chill
yet from the damp that permeates
with the inevitable infiltration
of days on the weary end of dark
skies and incessant rain.

Now the house glows with the
energy of light, the sun's early
spring rise, its bodily celestial heat
singing through the house, ourselves
lifted and transported from the
gloom that descends in its
unhappy, lamented absence.

The atmosphere, outside and
within, fairly thrums with the
release of bright energy. There is
a low-pitched melodic strain of
graceful sound; the music of the
spheres come to console and to
energize all living organisms. We
have not been forgotten, abandoned.

The elevation of our spirits
delight of welcoming birdsong,
greening of the gardens and woodlands,
awakening of creatures of the soil,
the sentient others all dependent
on Nature's temperament and tantrums.

The Earth pulsates as an entirety
and we, a cog within, once again
celebrate our place in this eternal
vision and wisdom. The sun, an
ageless ode to Mother Nature.