Washed in the Morning. ~ Ann Griffin {Poem}

Via Ann Griffin
on Jul 23, 2013
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Photo:  Lauren Tober

My body uncoils,
water moistens my throat,
eyes adjust to opening
from their healing rest.

Don’t move away from me,
Everything fresh and pregnant
happens as it’s washed
in the morning song
of waking birds,
in the soft light
with still air.

The ground gently
holds the night.
Don’t turn harsh and too bright.

Keep lingering with me
as I pick
the low lying
freshest rose.

Morning’s unending
vastness spreads around
my shoulders.

There’s always enough
in the morning.

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{Photo: Lauren Tober}


About Ann Griffin

Ann Griffin’s days fill not only as a caregiver for seniors, as poet and photographer, but with a newer, never before known passion as an activist for non GMO food and food labeling and for banning hydraulic fracturing locally and Colorado statewide.


One Response to “Washed in the Morning. ~ Ann Griffin {Poem}”

  1. toddlohenry says:

    Beautiful! I love mornings and this is a fitting tribute…