Owning The Sky

Closing out a frosted night, the

lid of the sky, left ajar, entirely

slipped open, and by dawn the

whispered message was, Look:

wide, clear and shimmering blue,

and in that corner of the immensity

of our university brilliant light

bestowing life beneath the vault.

Look now below, feel the breeze

wafting warmth to forest and

garden soils, shafts of star-mottled

light penetrating deep recesses of

winter shelter, nudging awake

creatures of the waters, the earth, the 

sky, all released, revived, revitalized

and alive with the season's vigour.

Shy anemones, violets and lilies

delicately dapple the landscape.

Through the green haze of emboldened

leaves flit butterflies and electric blue,

pulsating-in-the-sun dragonflies.  The

larvae of cattus-fly and water-striders

ripple the calm waterways.  Above, the

whistle of cardinals, the shriek of

returned hawks, owning the sky.