Like a miracle
The celebrated day rose up, spreading its gifts
Bird song long before we truly woke
Then sky embracing early morning trees
with luminous touch of mackerel clouds
Then a stretching space of blue
desperate for warmth
yearned towards the cloud-clamored sun
Later, the day brought out summer
like a father returning home after too long
In my gratitude I forgot my suspicion that
he would not stay
I drank the scent of wild roses, sun-warmed
rejoiced in wind on my arms
a long bike ride
and work to do outside
and family differences to take in stride
as we tumbled to the end
too tired to attend to any more
(A meeting took a bite out of my evening
as if it were any day . . . )
©Wendy Mulhern
June 21, 2011