By a Blue Upsy-daisy Breeze

 

For a moment dawn cradled the sun

In the crook of a leafless limb

Then, without pause it began

Its faithful, age-old climb

Over the little reach of tall trees

Propelled into the sky

By a blue upsy-daisy breeze

Teasing earth’s wistful eye

For a moment we think we are young

Cradled in the luxury

Of thinking that Time is long

But then we begin to see

How soon youth is propelled

By an upsy-daisy breeze

Into that blue and yellow place

Of ageless memories

For a moment perhaps we might dare

To be a beggar for days

Gone by; before the new-born air

Reminds us of time’s ways

And how soon every noon is propelled

By a blue upsy-daisy breeze

Into a fond, forever farewell

And fresh-framed memories

© Janet Martin