New day

Out of the earth
         new leaf
new life
         new love
fresh hope
         that springs
from the light
         reflected in the light
of her eyes
         petal by petal
the day builds
         the rose and
the daffodil
         unadorned beauty
of the skyblue day
         and everywhere
the pulse of creation
         beats as it builds
a world upon world
         cell by cell
word by word
         fingers impelled
to caress the flesh
         two hearts that lie
beneath the shade
         of oak and ash
that sip from
         a foaming glass
that bathe
         by the cool sea
that now and again
         dip into time as though
it were a choice
         but never a drudge
time expressed
         in growth
in abundance
         soft-fruited time
so dear to the palate
         everlasting time

John Lyons