Some Glad Morning

Some Glad Morning
–Joyce Sutphen
from Nam­ing the Stars

One day, some­thing very old
hap­pened again. The green
came back to the branches,
set­tling like leafy birds
on the high­est twigs;
the ground broke open
as dark as cof­fee beans.

The clouds took up their
posi­tions in the deep stadium
of the sky, glov­ing the
bright orb of the sun
before they pitched it
over the horizon.

It was as good as ever:
the air was filled
with the scent of lilacs
and cher­ry blossoms
sound­ed their long
whis­tle down the track
It was some glad morning.