This Day
What dawn is this that gladly
forwards itself into my hand ?
What gem of shimmering haze
sequins and studs this fine day
and speeds me with whispering
promise of unfettered glimpses
of murmuring sea with plated
surface of silver-lapped waves.
What blush of heron\'s-egg blue
sky could better raise my mood.
So how could a dreamer like me
fail to be lifted by this day\'s free
mystical mixtures of milky-soft
intriguing gifts from the coffers
of Nature who arranges a calm
waking to bathe minds in balm
of simplicity on this quiet beach
where her inviting peace heals.
What morning this that assigns
to me the value of heard silence.