When glassy eyes reflect upon the land and torn emotions float
Skybound to the cloudbound high,
Empty is the space beyond and there is peace again.
This is the time when contemplation is a draught for the soul,
Watch carefully now as the earth surges on its cosmic spin with
The sun exhilarating in its power and the moon extracting its pleasure.
Nature, in moments of being, affirms our existence,
Always asserting itself, always pushing upward eager to make seed.
The clear space expands; It is Spring.
The sky, rampant now in its freedom, is dappled and vast.
It is a blue day.
Vicky Hemingway 1989