Looking up at the black lace of dormancy

Against the brilliant blue

.

I see You.

.

Light and shade

Play across your face,

I hear you sing,

And long to join in…

Soft whistles escape my lips…

And I am reminded of a small plaque:

‘The kiss of the sun for pardon,

The song of the birds for mirth,

One is nearer God’s heart in a garden,

Than anywhere else on Earth.’

Branches rattle,

Wings beat

And You swoop low, past my feet…

Perhaps encouraging me to fly.