I went out on an April morning
All alone, for my heart was high.
I was a child of the shining meadow,
I was a sister of the sky.
There in the windy flood of morning
Longing lifted its weight from me…
Swept as a sea-bird out to sea.
~ Sara Teasdale, from “Morning” in “The Collected Poems Of Sara Teasdale”
Notes:
- Photo: Thank you Susan @ Morning on South Beach. Poem: atrasteix
- Post Title & Inspiration: Aldous Huxley: “It’s dark because you are trying too hard. Lightly child, lightly. Learn to do everything lightly. Yes, feel lightly even though you’re feeling deeply. Just lightly let things happen and lightly cope with them.”
And float-
exactly…
That‘s a real heart-opener! Thank You
It is!
Love the poem, and this photo is magical. As if the sun was rising only for the photographer, beautiful 😊
It is. It is.
I felt like the sunrise was Just for me. And Dave so perfectly paired the poem with the shot!
Hi Susan, David perfectly paired this special poem with your tender soul. And the sun was rising for you, and only you.
Sending you all the love 🙏
“A sister of the sky…” beautiful. The skies here in Florida are magical. It’s one of my favorite things about this place. Happy Thursday, pal…
The skies. The tropical breezes. Envy gushes.
Must confess it *is* pretty idyllic….
Sigh…
What a lovely pairing, as per 🙂
And what a great way to start the day, eh? Dang…
eh is right!
🙂
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MORNING … ‘Sara Teasdale, from “Morning” in “The Collected Poems Of Sara Teasdale” …
This is absolutely beautiful, both the photo and the poem. Thank you for sharing.
HI. They are. Thank you!