If On This Morning

?,??F Pult* /*·.?????>ß·.?? ^! tüO%níL PÍo^cuaÍ If On This Morning If on this morning I were a bird, I would sing. If on this morning I were a flower, I would bloom. If on this morning I were grass, I would turn green with life. On this morning, if I should want to: sing, bloom, turn green with life, it would be with you. —Rudy Thomas Morning After Rain Morning after rain, I wake early. I listen to the beat of dripping eaves & birds singing. A rooster crows. I go to the window. I see life returning, corn in rows that gives a red soil field form. The scent of lilacs drifts across time. Morning after rain, I feel lonely. I miss the sound of your heartbeat, my ear against your breast, with my soul singing. Come to me, carried by the wind that blows. My love, come stand at my window & touch my yearning & give my life form, like poetry, with your rhyme. —Rudy Thomas 36 ...