Last week I read my teacher-blogger-writer-friend Molly Hogan’s Slice of Life post. It touched the poet in me. Molly wakes early and goes on photography quests. When we’re lucky, she takes us along on her Facebook posts or blog. Last week she wrote this post entitled A Generous Morning.
Inspired, I copied her words into a found poem. Her generous morning became my generous morning. That’s how it works with creativity; it’s all big magic.
a found poem by Margaret Simon using Molly Hogan’s words.
A Generous Morning
Lightening sky in the east
as surely as
the birds were migrating south,
I missed the swallows.
The sky seemed lonely.
Then a couple of swallows
dart and dive through the air currents,
and a bird approaching in the distance-
a heron
Sun rose higher, lit the mist.
Cedar waxwings flittered.
I watched it all,
the generosity of morning.
Reflections on the Teche 