Light splashed this morning
on the shell-pink anemones
swaying on their tall stems;
down blue-spiked veronica
light flowed in rivulets
over the humps of the honeybees;
this morning I saw light kiss
the silk of the roses
in their second flowering,
my late bloomers,
flushed with their brandy.
A curious gladness shook me...

I can scarcely wait till tomorrow
when a new life begins for me,
as it does each day,
as it does each day.
-Stanley Kunitz