After Sleeping

Spring flowered late again this year
Shy, swathed in the pursed lips of leaves
Creped bulbs spitting patchworks
Through the lawn’s neat manicured poise.

Sun burst the ponderous blue rinsed clouds
And we wandered lost in fields of flowers.
Mosaic and tundra’s lay in soft water colours
The exotic-scented-fragrant
Drifting out
Stealing a passage on the air

Even the warm rain washing clean
The bones of paths
Or hung like pearls about the trees
We greeted you smiling like children
Still half glowing with sleep