THE SLEEPING SKY 4th May 2013.

Pillow of grey clouds you cushion the sky,
its paleness weakened as day dies into night,
she cannot survive without the light of hours
that breath life into rain and showers,
that on this very date fell incessant until late;
now calmed by cool and damp, the wistful
fitful night comes creeping over all, a blight,
that touches every living thing, makes drowsy,
dizzying the mind, not meant unkind,
debilitating aged bodies, as we too sink into
our beds of sheeted still, and sleep,
it's heavy veil, closes our eyes against our will.
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BLOOM 5th May 2013.

Blooming, bombastic dawn
flushes across the heavens, 
breaks the deep dark clamp
of night's heavy velvet weight, 
raising its lid of obsidian,
revealing the pearl- like splendour of day's
fresh new dress, all glittering with stars 
that scintillate;
 
In the placid wash of colours 
flourished by her sweep of grace, 
the face of new horizons
filling the mind with positive thoughts
banishing the dour, the dismal,
the dripping sorrows of winter's past,
white crystalline frosted tears
that hung from trees and rocks like acid rains,
their drops of silver touch now the waking
fingers of the fronds all waiting to take their cue 
climb into view of spring and summer suns and bloom.