Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

There are days that hang in memory

Like the fine mist of morning,

Gilded by the risen sun.

Momentary splendours, full of light

Sun-kissed days, on hilltops touched with snow

But whispering of Spring

Snowdrops’ promise pledged beneath the trees,

Handfasted to Summer’s warmer glow,

The breeze a fanfare, laughing.

Today was such a one.