Love in the morning

Morning’s new bird stirring against me out of a quiet nest, coming to flight— quick-changing, slow-nodding, breath-filling body, life-holding, waiting, clean as clear water, warmth-given, fire-driven kindling companion, mystery and mountain, dark-rooted, earth-anchored. —Annie Finch.

May the wind always be at your back and the sun upon your face and may the wings of destiny carry you aloft to dance with the stars.