more poetry!

In my life, I do not make enough time to read poetry. Days cry out for it, like cracked dry ground cries for rain. More poetry! I am pausing this morning (procrastinating, more like it) to read a couple well-worn snatches before hunkering down to work.

Mornings like this. How heady
The morning air! How sharp
And sweet and clear the morning air!

Authentic winter! The odor of campfires!
Beans eighteen inches long!
A billion chances--and I am here!

And here I lie in this quiet room
And read and read and read.
So easy--so easy--so easy.

Pools in old woods, full of leaves.
Give me time enough in this place
And I will surely make a beautiful thing.

~from "Mornings Like This" by Annie Dillard