Good Mo(u)rning
Good morning, lover Wound in wool tightly Remain under cover In sunlight brightly Shining, still, and lonely Homely other, lovely image Of my son’s mother
Good morning, child Enclosed in wood under Lavender flower, piled Before a stone sundered Moving light comes From home to here To only flowers comb
Good morning, light That steady movement Reminding might Provide improvement The lavender, growing Unknowing power Of changes sowing Of growth encumbering














