Lady, I see the beauties of this spring day
And ask that these blessings surround me this dat
The shining glow of our white roses
The dawn song of the phoebe
the whirr of the mourning dove’s wings
The pink of the rose echoing the colours of dawn
The furious chatter of the bushtits in the trees
The flick of the kitty’s tail as she flees
The early green shine of the new plants in the fields
The sleepy peep of baby birds
The chilly caress of the morning breeze
May they be with me through this day
And may they be there in the twilight hours
And in the dark of night.
Kat Robb 2016
