morning - a post by lacey

This is how I feel about morning time...

Morning
Why do we bother with the rest of the day,
the swale of the afternoon,
the sudden dip into evening,
then night with his notorious perfumes,
his many-pointed stars?
This is the best—
throwing off the light covers,
feet on the cold floor,
and buzzing around the house on espresso—
maybe a splash of water on the face,
a palmful of vitamins—
but mostly buzzing around the house on espresso,
dictionary and atlas open on the rug,
the typewriter waiting for the key of the head,
a cello on the radio,
and, if necessary, the windows—
trees fifty, a hundred years old
out there,
heavy clouds on the way
and the lawn steaming like a horse
in the early morning.

Billy Collins

I really do love mornings, especially weekend mornings when I have the whole day ahead of me to enjoy. I set my alarm to get up early so I can laze around in my pajamas with my coffee. During the week, however, it is a different story. (Who really wants to get up for work?) For the past two weeks, I have been sleeping through my four alarms (yes, four) and ending up with about 20-30 minutes to rush through my morning routine. It's stressful, and I usually end up wearing some boring "go-to" outfit that I know will get me through the day and not look completely terrible. Yesterday morning, I am proud to say, I got up on time and did not have to run around in a frenzy. I even put together a cute little outfit! (Go me!) It made driving to work at 7 am almost enjoyable.
I was introduced to Billy Collins' poetry by a friend in college, and have since decided that he is my favorite poet. If you're into poetry (or even if you're not, who knows, you may like this guy) his website is: http://www.bigsnap.com/billy.html.

Some of my faves:
"Dancing Toward Bethlehem"
"Days"
"On Turning Ten"
"Directions"
"The Dead"

Until next week!
Lacey

image via http://www.threeappleshigh.ca/blog/