Morning Light

Oh, for a burst of morning light!
That it shone half as bright 
as it shone on that first of May
to deepening delight. 

Oh, for a breath of early spring,
beyond imagining
that blew in through my chimney breast
and left me wondering 

Where, for a hair or hint of day
must our hope and dreams stray
until they find a place to rest,
and so, to stay?

Oh, for the fortitude to grow
into all we don’t know,
and, within such uncertainty
find peace, let go.