How still
The lashes of your eyes
Searching words
How still
How long
The slow rise of your breath
Searching peace
How long
How fine
The enamelled morning
Blue, shadowed
How fine
How light
The dive of swallows
above buttercup shine
How light
How still, how long
How fine, how light,
This filigree life
Floating skywards
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Well, a thanks to Marie Marshall, whose words this morning fed this little thing, sort of summing up the morning sun here, before the clouds pile up and wind carries in rain… ( if I can put in a link to the original I will, not that it’s difficult but I am all at sea with invisible machinery).
simonhlilly 
That first stanza, especially, is very beautiful.
loved it!