Ante Meridiem Musings

How dare I contrast
Or compare

The gorgeous rhythm of rain
Upon this corner of the world
Stirring my morningtimes now

With predawn’s blessed birdsong
Celebrating a coming sun
Inspiring my risings back then

Have they not both awakened me

Twofold Man

I forgive the process
You inhale
From whence You must
You draw
From whichever well presents
You dare
From thirst’s front door clamor
You must
You see 

Original thought credit:
Elizabeth Barrett Browning;
‘Aurora Leigh’