Vignettes of Dawn
Light footed, heavy-hearted
Into the musing
Hush of dawn.
Gilded and golden-caged,
Light spills on
To the floor,
Climbs the ceiling,
Dances in confinement.
All through the rain-washed night, the wind raged,
Howling through the trees like a bruised lover,
Dragging the void of ages through the branches,
Bending them with an ageless sorrow.
I listen to the breeze sing,
As the air strums to a different string,
The bees are in love, soften their sting,
The boughs, laden with colour, sway and swing
While the birds take flight on a joyous wing
Oh, what splendour it brings
When it arrives gently, graceful Spring,
To each and every little thing.