Poetry Friday - The Peaceable Kingdom

The Peaceable KingdomThe morning in this place comes lightly in,on tiptoe like your mother: getting upbefore you do to pull aside the drapeso gently you don't notice til it's done.And there you are: the morning laid beforeyou, not a fingerprint or footprint onit, like an apricot whose downy skinhas not known teeth till now. And over here,two naked children sleeping unafraid,their bodies golden,