MORNING … ‘Sara Teasdale, from “Morning” in “The Collected Poems Of Sara Teasdale” …
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.
- 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.”