The sun winks as clouds skate by,
white diaphanous plumes in deep blue time,
caressing sky with soft deft touch,
fleeting glances don’t ask too much,
just whisper lilting rhymes to entice,
the rich deep hues of blue to scratch
its itchy skin.
And sun on rise does hypnotise,
warming hearts and toes asleep,
while birds do soar as if to reach,
the tip of sky to somehow breach
heaven’s open doors, while
blooms below yearn and grow,
stretching in that golden morning glow.
Fields of rolling seas, stalks of plenty seeds,
dance in rhythmic phase,
to blow away that haze of morning light,
and the buzz of life so small in plight,
hover in the new born air,
ardent they in respect and care of life,
bestowed of blessed sight, they know.
And trees tall, suck that morning moisture,
and shimmer leaves so plentiful,
like a million butterflies flutter full, of joy,
as creatures scurry branch and bow,
to oversee the life below,
their expectant eyes to see,
a new day dawn in ecstasy of being.
All this a glance,
a fleeting breath, a mind romance,
to know and see the life that cradles thoughts,
seeking beauty where it aught.
Tony DeLorger © 2016