One Calm Morning

The light — the mystery — the sound of rushing water —
as I keep saying
to myself:
“Return.
Stay present to this
magic, to the amazing blessing to be here
at dawn to witness
the mystery
of the awakening of nature
after the rain.”

nature poetry water ithaca

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