A blue, cloudless day graces the world with a gentle baby’s breath
of air stirring the leaves in the trees outside my window.
The sun is shining.
I CAUGHT this morning morning’s minion, king-
dom of daylight’s dauphin, dapple-dawn-drawn Falcon, in his riding
Of the rolling level underneath him steady air, and striding
High there, how he rung upon the rein of a wimpling wing
In his ecstasy!
Memories of winter’s freezing fingers melt
as the sun seeps in to warm my weary bones.
The world is charged with the grandeur of God.
It will flame out, like shining from shook foil;
It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil
Signs of new life –
fresh, vibrant green heads poke shyly
out of the cold embrace of winter’s rest
seeking the beginnings
of a new season’s growth.
Glory be to God for dappled things —
For skies of couple-colour as a brinded cow;
For rose-moles all in stipple upon trout that swim;
Fresh-firecoal chestnut-falls; finches’ wings;
Landscape plotted and pieced
Soon the earth will erupt into
riotous spring as Life celebrates
in all its glory.
Look at the stars! look, look up at the skies!
O look at all the fire-folk sitting in the air!
Written in response to Sandbox Challenge 51
© Raili Tanska
Quotes from Gerard Manly Hopkins:
The Starlight Night
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