Praise

I wake one morning and all that I love is alive.
Light across frost-glazed field, pale green
where yesterday it was brown, and the day before
dusted with snow. Clear indrawn breath is what wakes me.

Light across frost-glazed field, pale green
cows, wolf, moccasins, mud of a sycamore forest, mastodon
dusted with snow. Clear indrawn breath is what wakes me.
Grey weight of these fossiliferous rocks has shown me

cows, wolf, moccasins, mud of a sycamore forest, mastodon,
sea fans waving in aqua light; an epiric sea.
Grey weight of these fossiliferous rocks has shown me
all who have swum or walked here and loved

sea fans waving in aqua light; an epiric sea
shimmering over the whole wide land.
All who have swum or walked here and loved;
I see you this morning and sing, clear green

shimmering over the whole wide land
where yesterday it was brown and the day before.
I see you this morning and sing, clear green.
I wake one morning and all that I love is alive.
~ Helen Frost