Sunny Saturday

sun peeps through the southern sky
with no thoughts of warming hikers
or allowing flowers to bloom
just in its wired intelligence,

does the deliberate dance
this grace cannot leave
her face illuminated
the birthing of apollo

through all who choose
to take the time to truly
smell the flowers not yet blooming
to trust the re-tuning of a world

held together by an integrity
seen in egret's flight
above the now greener pond
so early, the grass holds

dewy council, electing
wee folk to oversee
the moss gleaming
this celebrated morning

~kate lamberg