Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes

I follow the divine light
The shine through morning
Leading me to the vista
Through my open window
The miracle of a new day
I sigh, I gasp
Breathe cool fresh air of early Spring
My favourite Ash tree
Its bark peeling
Reminds me of a ragged ball gown
from a forgotten era
Last dance no more than ash in memory
Spring flowers push through warmer
To show their colours
A prelude to Summer
My toaster pops
I spread each piece
with my favourite salmon paste
My day is full of promise…

© anita dawes 2020