Morning Sun by John Grey

All here and now enchants me,

along this wall,

along that wall,

calm in flux,

matter - humble matter -

and the summit of all being

sunning itself.

Tree by tree,

leaf by leaf,

it's a unique world.

I awaken in conjunction.

Between the two of us,

with coffee, toothbrush, stretch,

cheer ourselves in volumes.

Such clarity —

a yellow orb

happy to be sun,

gilt gleans slowly,

shadows hug me warm.

 

About the Poet:

John Grey is an Australian poet, US resident, recently published in New World Writing, North Dakota Quarterly and Lost Pilots. Latest books, ”Between Two Fires”, “Covert” and  “Memory Outside The Head” are available through Amazon. Work upcoming in California Quarterly, Birmingham Arts Journal, La Presa and Shot Glass Journal.