Reading some Mary Oliver poems have inspired a few poems out of me today. Love her poems and need to buy some of her books.

Morning

When I dare to wake up early,
still half asleep and groggy,
doubt ripples like the breaking sun—
What have I done?

Then—
the cardinal call tells,
the trees to rise like citadels,
and all the strange shadows,
repose,
into familiar things.
My slumbering dreams,

long forgotten,
as the world blossoms—
and everything seems possible.

Breeze 

I find solace,
in the way,
the wind whispers,
through the trees,
as if you,
are haunting,
me.