Arc

Arc of the day —

the silvered breath of early morning,

dew-clad ferns and grasses,

the warming climbing sun,

Arc of sounds — rousing calls

of turkeys, ravens,

mourning doves chiming in later,

cicadas at mid day, blackbirds

all day long, tits and finches

at intervals

Arc of the year — grasses

turning green, then pink and purple,

darkening heads, the onset of golden,

arc of their stalks, bending in the wind,

Arc of blooming — iris, ox-eyes, self-heal,

blackberry, roses

Ark of the covenant —

yea, verily —

all these moments are held

in the perfect curve of joy,

graceful bend of honor

and humility,

softly domed

by the arc of sky.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 12, 2016