Thursday Poem - How Sweet It Is

at dawn, a frail moon waning in the high

still light of morning blesses this perfect

summer day, one that will never come again

in all its sweetness and its verdant spice,

and slow walkers in the early fog, we go paw 

and paw through fragrant summer yieldings

of swaying purple clover and rhyming crickets,

of humming bees and dancing leaves

while all around us, unseen but deeply felt 

and loved, this world is breathing in and 

out, our three voices rising and falling as one

into seamless light and tune and time.

how sweet this world, these fleeting 

earthly days, how very very sweet...

Catherine Kerr (kerrdelune)