angeladegroot

 Morning is my favorite time of the day. Well, not at first. I don’t like waking up much, but once I’m out of bed, sipping my tea and contemplating a shower, then I’m ready for the day to start. I’m at my most productive and enthusiastic in the morning. I’m fresh and raring to go. I’m full of spring.

Today’s poem is The Year’s at the Spring by Robert Browning.

            The year’s at the spring

            And the day’s at the morn;

            Morning’s at seven;

            The hillside’s dew-pearled;

            The lark’s on the wing;

            The snail’s on the thorn:

            God’s in heaven—

            All’s right with the world!

I can’t believe it’s the 27^th day of my poetry challenge. I’m thinking I might continue past the 30-day mark and finish the entire collection. Wouldn’t that be something?