Tuesday, 21 April 2015

Addendum II: April Morning


 'I was a child of the shining meadow,
I was a sister of the sky...'

This poem is blowing in my mind today and I go out into the day with it pinned to my heart. Enjoying what is left of this loveliest of months :)



Morning - 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,
Lost as a sob in the midst of cheering,
Swept as a sea-bird out to sea. 


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