Blue satin, blue watered silk is the way I find today’s Winter sky,
Where small Finch’s and Wren’s dance upon
The slightest of twigs and leaves in these low trees,
These shrubs of seasonal colour, all while here,
Lying on this cool morning’s short grass,
Looking up, thinking, right now not to move,
Just to wonder and ask; can you see the Moon tonight,
Can you reach its distant mountains
Upon a folded page drenched in ink and heart,
Will you look up and climb the tallest oak to wait,
To greet your fresh Summer’s Sun,
All the while lingering in that single breath
To both Day and Night.
Where neither slumbers for just that one short sweet moment,
Beneath such wonders to a new Day’s world and a Night’s departing journey.