Today’s Poetry Friday round-up is hosted by Kat Apel
Today begins like every other day: up and first light, let the dog out, let the cat in, coffee, feed said cat and dog, head out to the barn to tend to its assorted inhabitants. Except that it’s my birthday, and a significant one at that.
So, I pause longer to relish that first light, with all its subtle color changes. I give a bit of extra love to the dog and cat; add a dash more cream to my coffee…and pause to read, again, a favorite poem by a favorite poet:
Going to Walden.z 
Yep, happiness can come at any time, so sending you some happiness for your birthday, Tara. Wishing you a day full of pleasures, from the snow and the sheep and Bowie, family, also, your hills and special views! xoxo
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Oh, I do love that prodigal depiction of happiness. So unexpected. (And sad, too, in the sense that it has been gone so long…) Hoping your birthday sees an excess of happiness!
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Happy birthday! Here’s wishing your year is significant! And thanks for sharing this Kenyon poem… I am a fan. Totally…
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Happy birthday! 🎈🎈Wishing you happiness and creamy coffee and beloved poems!
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A wonderful poem! Thank you. Happy Birthday to you!
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Happy Birthday, Tara!! Thanks for sharing Kenyon’s poem — needed her words this week.
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Happy Birthday, Tara! And thank you for sharing Jane Kenyon’s poem, too. May this late winter day be a blessing to you. ~ Jo
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Love this and the fact that you introduced me to Jane Kenyon. Here’s to more pauses to linger in that first light in the coming year. I love when you post the first light pics.
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Happiness exists in the first light, the snow piling around beloved sheep, and a milestone celebration. Thank you, Tara, for sharing all this peace with us. “There is just no accounting for happiness.” May it fill your day with joy! Happy Birthday.
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Happy birthday!
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Happy birthday! I’m glad you took time to savor the colors of morning and the cat and dog and to share Kenyon’s poem.
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Happy birthday (belated). There is so much empathy in this poem.
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