Idyll

An azure domed afternoon.

Sun patterned applause on your face,

Then

The expectant quiet of a quilt on the thick grass,

Which curves over the hill like a bow

Across the violin's bridge.

Lazy clouds make trills and turns in your eyes

As you lie on your back looking up

At the sky, long-fingered hands in your mouth,

Corners tipped up,

Baby plump cheeks flushed red in the sunlight.

And the world laughs back

For you.

A day that could float

Right off a cello's strings...

Just you and me

And the wind which shivers through the trees

(The young leaves play the variations

To the theme).

Your tiny tongue peeps out between your lips,

And you wave your arms

As you conduct the orchestra of today.

But this is no black tie affair.

You gurgle as if you know something I don't.

In truth you do;

You're young enough to know more than I.

You have grasped the melody

Of that spring afternoon

When all I hear now

Is the beauty of

You