A Perfect Day
This perfect day is quietly born
With orb of gold and azure skies,
The clouds a-blush – a rosy morn;
Sunrays like gentle, kindly eyes
Smile down upon the sleeping Earth
With tenderness at its new birth.
Pearl sunlight deepens steadily
To kiss the silent world below;
And clouds billow spontaneously,
Their dimpled cheeks with gold a-glow
And every leaf reflecting gold
It seems a flashing jewel must hold.
O perfect day, your blaze, your hue
Are brilliant to gaze upon;
And how I crave to cling to you,
To live this moment on and on;
And, as I bask, I am spellbound
By all absence of any sound.
Rapt by the magic of the hour,
Before begins Life’s busy pace,
I hear the bell of a church tower
And other waking sounds take place;
Saddened I am, for these foretell
The breaking of the gentle spell!
Enchanted so by Nature’s art
And grateful too, I turn away
To treasure quietly in my heart
That blissful sight, a newborn day!
Blessèd are such moments in Life,
Gentle moments amid the strife.
Graham Coulson 27th October 2011