One Morning

 Bird song came, in sun and snow
an introduction to the day
from the hush, soft dropped like dew
to catch the sense , refresh, in calm display

And slowly bow each spiders string
 lift each drowsy lid
the touch that breathes. begin
simplicity and style its hymn

Carrying whatever in celebration
caressing hope, however weary
not platitudes but just endeavour
that long mile, and not give in

Trickle like the rivulet
starts and stops as rain falls soft
distorted through the pane
different, yet still the same

Seeking calm, rhyme's of new vision
not running blind
all chasm's, can be bridged in time
healing was it ever kind?

A skien of swans in gracefulness
slow beating of their wings
the backdrop of just nature
la dolce vita; free a stiffened limb

In the quiet pace, turned the wheels of fate
and all the seats were full
 largo as the beauty, was portrayed
as life will have its light and shade