My nemesis, Daylight Savings Time, appears soon. But for the moment, we morning folk have the upper hand.
A wonderful poem from W.S. Merwin, again heard on The Writer's Almanac and reproduced here without permission.
I am looking at trees
they may be one of the things I will miss
most from the earth
though many of the ones I have seen
already I cannot remember
and though I seldom embrace the ones I see
and have never been able to speak
I listen to them tenderly
their names have never touched them
they have stood round my sleep
and when it was forbidden to climb them
they have carried me in their branches