About this Poem 

“‘Love in the Morning’ was written in a spirit of sensual gratitude. The poem unites the four elements to celebrate male sexuality.”

—Annie Finch

Love in the Morning

Annie Finch

Morning’s a new bird
stirring against me
out of a quiet nest,
coming to flight—

quick-changing,
slow-nodding,
breath-filling body,

life-holding,
waiting,
clean as clear water,

warmth-given,
fire-driven
kindling companion,

mystery and mountain,
dark-rooted,
earth-anchored.

Copyright @ 2014 by Annie Finch. Used with permission of the author. This poem appeared in Poem-a-Day on June 20, 2014.

Annie Finch

Annie Finch

Annie Finch is the author of Spells: New and Selected Poems (Wesleyan University Press, 2013). She teaches online in the Poetcraft Circles and lives in Portland, Maine.

by this poet

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All the things we hide in water
hoping we won't see them go—
(forests growing under water
press against the ones we know)—

and they might have gone on growing
and they might now breathe above
everything I speak of sowing
(everything I try to love).
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for Marta

Rumbling a way up my dough's heavy throat to its head, 
seeping the trailed, airborne daughters down into the core, 
bubbles go rioting through my long-kneaded new bread; 
softly, now, breath of the wildest yeast starts to roar. 
My hands work the peaked foam, push insides out
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He is sleeping, his fingers curled,
his belly pooled open, his legs gathered, still
in their bent blossom victory.

I couldn't speak of "war" (though we all do),
if I were still the woman who gave birth
to you soft-footed, with your empty hand
and calling heart, that border of new clues.

May the hard birth our