Soundlessly as you can
hush the dawning birds
stroke out the birth in soil
and air, put back the worm
to its house of gentle slumber
where the rainbow sighs
colourless, check for a lyric
that hook and root tender
as a baby’s fingers clasping
unworded faith, seeded now
poised for raindrops wake
thin of cover and wanting
to let fall, watch carefully
the barren trespass redeemed
by luminescence meet to contact
rising hemitrope, each angle
now alight with new leaf
stretched to cascade over
through every home and bay.
James Walton Poetry 