Love in the Morning Poem by Annie Finch

Love in the Morning



Morning's a 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.

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Annie Finch

Annie Finch

New Rochelle, New York
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