This Morning / Hildegarde Flanner

This Morning
After the emotion of rain The mist parts across the morning, Like the smile of one Who has laughed in sleep And cannot remember why.

The damp road companions my feet, And is a friend to every step. Above me winter goldfinches Cling like fruit To the delighted birch trees; And the studious earth, Thinking what flowers to speak in next, Moves restlessly with small, wise birds Who read tucks in the moss, Symbols on beetle-wings, And comedies on pink and yellow pebbles, Which 1 am too tall to see.