The fields are chill, the sparse rain has stopped;
The colours of Spring teem on every side.
With leaping fish the blue pond is full;
With singing thrushes the green boughs droop.
The flowers of the field have dabbled their powdered cheeks;
The mountain grasses are bent level at the waist.
By the bamboo stream the last fragment of cloud
Blown by the wind slowly scatters away.
My delight and thy delight
Walking, like two angels white,
In the gardens of the night:
My desire and thy desire
Twinning to a tongue of fire,
Leaping live, and laughing higher;
Thro’ the everlasting strife
In the mystery of life.
Love, from whom the world begun,
Hath the secret of the sun.
Love can tell and love alone,
Whence the million stars are strewn,
Why each atom knows its own,
How, in spite of woe and death,
Gay is life, and sweet is breath:
This he taught us, this we knew,
Happy in his science true,
Hand in hand as we stood
‘Neath the shadows of the wood,
Heart to heart as we lay
In the dawning of the day.
Came the dawn
To the man.
Ran the man
From the dawn.
Still the dawn
Waits for man.
It’s a great day to be alive. It’s the only day we’ve got. C’mon give up a smile. That’s better. A smile brings a message of welcome to others and lets our internal light glow. Yes, it’s a great day to be alive. My brain’s working fine. I had a good night’s sleep. Dawn is breaking and sharing another beautiful sunrise with me. I’ve things to do, people to meet, and places to go. Yes, it is a great day to be alive. I am hoping you have a great day and wear your smile throughout the day.
George William A. E. Russell
WHILE the earth is dark and grey
How I laugh within. I know
In my breast what ardours gay
From the morning overflow.
Though the cheek be white and wet
In my heart no fear may fall:
There my chieftain leads and yet
Ancient battle trumpets call.
Bend on me no hasty frown
If my spirit slight your cares:
Sunlike still my joy looks down
Changing tears to beamy airs.
Think me not of fickle heart
If with joy my bosom swells
Though your ways from mine depart,
In the true are no farewells.
What I love in you I find
Everywhere. A friend I greet
In each flower and tree and wind—
Oh, but life is sweet, is sweet!
What to you are bolts and bars
Are to me the arms that guide
To the freedom of the stars,
Where my golden kinsmen bide.
From my mountain top I view:
Twilight’s purple flower is gone,
And I send my song to you
On the level light of dawn.
Night never had the last word. The dawn is always invincible. ~ Hugh B. Brown
Pieter Cornelis Boutens
What time is it time?
It is the white dawn:
The deep meadow where no mower goes,
State of dewy flowers white and yellow;
The silver stream leads like a pure street
Road in the mist light azure;
And the morning singing heart, the lark, beats
From his dazed throat
Wisdom that does not pursue and each understands,
Joy without measure,
Joy without expensive….
What time is it time?
It’s love hour.
What time is it time?
The sun approaches noontime:
In the depths of the sea of glowing sky
Smothers the field under the gold bare;
The sickle sparks slash through the dry grain;
The shadow shrinks back into the wood;
In heaven and in waterway
No clouds go;
Only the white-transparent moon
Remains mere in the blue sky fire…
What time is it time?
It’s love hour.
What time is it time?
It’s the evening: in its rosy gold
Gets clean and old
The world’s daily face;
Quickly in the sky falls the water of light;
And all the wind voices are released;
The last wagon staggers to the barn;
The dead beckon to the dark Eastern wall;
And above shine
Western ramp in green sky meadow
Shine open Venus’ golden aster
So sudden and pure…
What time is it time?
It’s love hour.
There is a day of sunny rest
For every dark and troubled night;
And grief may hide an evening guest,
But joy shall come with early light. William C. Bryant
