Blessed

              Blessed

I sink my roots ever deeper

into this land, this mountainside

of old orchards and pine forest, 

this small portion of earth,

rock-face, snowberry, saskatoon,

coyote, raven, chickadee, deer.

In the quiet before dawn, after

that noisy bird chorus of celebration - 

another day - oh joyous miracle! - after

light bathes and inflames the peaks,

after the fire settles to work, warming

the house, soft creaks of pipe, snap of fire,

and before the sun climbs down

to my house nestled in frosty meadow

I wait. And then

it comes

soft as breath of a lover waking

the sleeping beloved, gentle as warm water

added to a cooling bath, tender as a father's 

kiss on the fontanel of new-born babe...

Little by little the room expands,

light tiptoes in and then blooms

'til it breaks open a flood

the room golden in a wash of

sun and morning, and outside a blue sky

high and delicious. And oh, this explosion 

of bird bodies, stitching that pristine

arch, welcoming the shimmer of life!

                                        © 03.24.2013    Gyllian Davies