Sometimes you might be lucky and hear a skylark
Song-riding into a steep sky; put up your head and see
The bird black against a lustre of blue reflection
of fritillary and harebell, wild hyacinth and violet
Dancing in woods below.
Sometimes you might be lucky and and hear some voices
Lost in time's lake, missed and wept for
Absent from delight in spring's bright pageant--
Now returning in agreeable conversation.
Sometime you might be lucky and see a pinpoint
of skylight coming towards you in an odd moment
White as wood anemone, gold as buttercup,
Offering you a song ride into the empyrean.
© Asphodel P. Long 2002