Surrender.
Oh what bubble-wrapped film
covers this dawning
where creeping sunlight shafts
away shadows and
lawn-blades drip vapour as
breeze scatters Spring
on earth\'s verdant surrender.
What glory throbs as avian
chorus of offerings
falls trilling from tree-tops
onto new morning
of dewy-wet plenty as day
softens dark\'s edges.
If air could be measured for
clarity, scaled and
weighed for virginal glisten
it has to be now as
first rays make an entrance.