Moments Of Glory (Poetry)

The light on the trees this morning
is like the beginning of the world —
that bright kind of gilding
that sets and gives shape
touches each twig
and administers grace —
the sun’s wordless blessing

The sky’s blue benevolence
launches the project
smiles like a monarch surveying a crowd
of awestruck subjects
holding their breath
as the day is unveiled
in its fresh-painted splendour

Those green/gold tones mellow
their subtle glow shifting
the wash of light filtered
throwing patterns at random across
the long-necked grass and winter-proof gatherings
                                                of common plant-life
bathing glad in its glory
grateful converts of this passing moment