IF-Tea

The drifting petal came to ground.
The laughter chimed its perfect round.
The broken syllable was ended.
And I, so certain and so friended,
How could I cloud, or how distress,
The heaven of your unconsciousness?

from Dining-Room Tea by Rupert Brooke

IF-Song

And I made a rural pen,
And I stained the water clear,
And I wrote my happy songs
Every child may joy to hear.

Song of Innocence - William Blake

Passing

And now lightly to kiss all whom sleep
Stitched up - and wake, my darling, wake.
The impatient Boatman has been waiting
Under the house, his long oars folded up
Like wings in waiting on the darkling lake.

- From "An Unimportant Morning" by Lawrence Durrell

Sister Moon

Late winter is a great teacher.
It implores us to surrender.
To love the moon so close,
to have faith in the setting sun,
and to see the beauty in everything.

Awaken Dreamers

The ice is melting, fast drops drumming on the eaves.
Awaken Dreamers!
The Greening not far distant.