day

talk to me dearest day of the dawn
secreting away your joy
the freckled dew on the lawn
the stoic silence of the willow as she leans

a catpillars pilgrimage to a meadow
while crickets serenade
and all type of animals come to greet you

tell me day of your wonderous, wild blue
your verdant green and glorious gold
talk to me about dust motes dancing on the wind
quietly wiling away an afteroon in a garden
while flowers chant rhymes of forget me knots
to forgotten and cherished lovers

beautiful day I await an invitation to partake
your lovely offering rejuvinates my soul
as the curtain is raised and you have come to play
you are the backdrop to our lives

I am ever reminded to be grateful for your beauty
so often your vibrancy lifts me of my heavy mood
when I sulk, the trees whisper
looking on as disapproving parents
stoically telling me to get back in there

the flowers in the garden relieve my ache and I am renewed
when I feel isolated your blue touches me
and instantly I am connected to the sky and earth
rotating in harmony

then at the end of the day drifting off with the clouds
sometimes heavy with regret
awaiting a new day to pardon me of my sentence