…lovingly blown

The gentle kisses
of a summer morning
lovingly blown
from the fleeing night
alighting softly
and unexpectedly
on the blushing cheek
of the rose
tracing the soft white throat
of the quivering lily
the heavy dew transformed
to precious jewels
dripping from the verdant gowns
of the ladies of the glade

the rising day
soft as silk
caresses
the shivering back
of the night
the damp earth is fragrant
imbued with the seeds of life
a chalice of seduction
the luscious scent
of blossoms
a rich explosion of colour
a tempting rainbow
masquerade
bathed in the warm blanket
of sunrise

the sun has spilt
a sea of rose gold
that trickles
in mercurial abandon
leaving in its gentle
rolling path
the dust of the heavens
this is the nursery of antiquity
the crucible of creation
under the arches of heaven
and the new day trembles
prostrate and humbled
in the throne room
of the dawn
© Ann Bagnall
2012