Sunday, 14 April 2013

spring sunday

beautiful sunshine 
breeze on a spring day 
the goldfinches, they sing 
their courting melodies 
as we lie on tall grass-
the hearty remedy:
the healing:
left-over sadness
for laughter with sisters
-instils a weighty gladness-
to be alive 
on this one spring Sunday
to just lay:
to look to the sky
to feel truly alive 
is a beautiful thing
-so smile-
-so just let go-