A Call Of Innocence

A call of innocence holds my breath blest. Like a starling in her warm spring nest What was it like in that instance of peaceful rest? Beating like a wing in the heart of my breast Church bells peel a blissful summer yearning Mayflies flit along a rainbow beam of light. As a fearful hare takes leave in statue-flight Pheasants leap with eyes still cartridge-burning. Calf's cartwheel dance taunts the lolling of steers. Wasps dizzy and dewed in a Foxgloves rainstorm shower Toad's belly, white on goblets of fallen elderflower Shrew's run-relay back and forth green barley ears As we swank along these lush, ancient green baths Stigmata's yellow light pierces the wetland grass. Marigold's cusp souls in a pastoral bell jar of glass Raindrops glittering alight the sun-swathed paths. That laughs at all these fallen empires Earth-bred Earth-fed, earthly-minded, earthly-sheltered Earth-created, earth-hearted, earth-coloured In man's footprints, pestilent concrete trampled What did I see? I do not know. A call of innocence; I guess so.