Up and Away

Day breaks; its birth mantles the earth in breath of purple gauze

Ah, Nature never wearies of wakening fresh applause

Laugh-lines of grace gild this small place of sky and sea and sod

Where its inhabitants are on time’s one-way back to God

Grass withers, flowers die, the loom of plume is stripped of tulle

As law and order of the seed heeds death’s incumbent pull

Akin to we, the company of autumn’s idling bloom

Where nucleus of spring sleeps deep in earth’s life-guarding tomb

These flower-hours run across our skin, the soul immune

To spinning wheels and seasoned reels that weave Time’s daily boon

But, before the undressing of the Whole that none can touch

We revel in the blessing of morning, noon, bloom and such

Day breaks, then soon it melts pink lakes that swath its virgin cry

And soon its noon dons footsteps to dusk’s blue-moon lullaby

Up and away each little splay of work-play ebbs like mist

Its tug-of-soul hinged to a great unfathomed Catalyst

© Janet Martin