Dawn

Dawn

Crashing the breakers on pellucid shingles,

with each circumrotary stroke, one the other kisses

shift you separate collection, buff to gleam sharp edges,

syncopating to soften and rest them on sedges.

Sighing the lusty winds fingers green backward rushes,

flurried nod of feathered head seed bed gushes

drift in clustered parachutes, oblivious to shifting time,

alight and sugar dark forest carpet to harebells’ chime.

Caressing rainwash over greyed reseda copse,

greened the shoots coupling with matted silken drops

thrust saplings ever skywards, through love’s littered

leaves, diseased, warm soaked bitter glittered.

Changing keys ever, and, oh, awaken Lucy, stretch

you, move out hands through wheat, then greet

him, but young, running in dawn’s sunshine

by ancient mossy stones, sipping together life’s time.