A baby's arms, outstretched, grasping
My loving finger, dangling, tickling;
The tiny face, cooing, gurgling,
Chuckling, smiling,
Wide eyes trusting.
My heart singing.
No obstruction, life force flowing,
Freely ever its own seeking.
Round a wood fire, sparking, glowing,
Friends are sitting, dreaming, thinking;
Intellects discoursing, sharing
Glimpses of the truth emerging.
Aspen quivering, sunlight shimmering,
Bees humming, flowers blooming,
Colours blending, perfume wafting,
Impromptus playing, voices lifting,
My heart singing.
Doreen Browne, d. 1997