First and Light
Across the first,
the light
of morning,
beneath the fading
fall of stars,
April awaits
through
the light
of dawn,
and grey,
for beyond
the meadows,
awaits
the birth
of life,
of Spring
and today.
For above
the terrace,
still sleeping,
the early bloom
of flowers,
a breeze,
the first
of summer
lifts the silence
to hear
the birdsong
upon the broken
brick
and garden wall
to please
They lift
the hush
of memories
summer bidding
the dream
of Spring
to awaken
and sing
but the morning
is closed
and silent
heeding not
the summer’s
cry and call
to bring
For time
is travelling
across
the seasons,
a measured dance
of hours
beyond the valleys
begins
the chimes
the awakening world
awaits the turn
and his calling,
as upon
the Easter tide
across the
quiet city
the echoes
of church
and towers,
he sings
As today,
the earth
is ready
and fertile,
the tress
in bud
and bough,
ready
for the summer
sky to hold,
the wind
will shake the winter
overnight
into the deeper sleep
somehow.
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