AT DAWN

 AT DAWN by Henry Frederich Amiel (1821-1881) Swiss philosopher and poet.  By 1849 he was a professor in Geneva Academy.  By 1854 he taught for years. At Dawn is an excerpt from his Journals, dated 1889. From one of my ancient poetry books "1001 Beautiful Things 1948" 

 If every day is a repetition of life, every dawn signs as it were a new contract with existence.

 At dawn everything is fresh, light, simple as it is for children.

 At dawn,spiritual truth, like the atmosphere, is more transparent.

 Like young leaves, we drink in the light more eagerly, 

 Breathe in less of things earthly.

 If night and the starry sky speak to the meditative soul of God......

 of eternity and the infinite, the dawn is the time for projects.............

 For resolutions....................

 For the birth of action.

 While the silence and the sad serenity of the azure vault .....

 Incline the soul to self-recollection, the vigour and gaiety of nature 

 Spread into the heart and make it eager for life and living.

 Rash blooms are showing on the peach trees............

 The buds of the pear trees and the lilacs point to the blossoming......

 the honeysuckles are already green.

 This morning, the poetry of the scene, the song of the birds,the tranquil sunlight

 All rose and filled my heart.

 Be open to what life brings from within and without...

 Peace of heaven will shine on your brow,that you have climbed your Calvary.

Photographs 2019