The strangest things out there
catch us unawares.
Spring shone in her skipping step
and bright, daffodil-streaked hair.
A soft frame of petals around a
ready rosebud smile,
I felt the warmth of softest sunlight
when I saw that child.
She stays with me today,
and I wonder, from what world is she from?
One with apples on lush branches
and cascades of lilting bird song.
Not this one, surely, grey
as a pearl-less winters day,
yet this earthly dove
has made me remember love
and the sun breaks through a cloud
and the morning chorus sings loud.
She will make the world her home
turn molten hearts from stone
teach us summer’s power
to walk the world a-flower
and suddenly the cost of
all the world has lost
seems likely to be repaid
all because of one girl, that day.