Waking early
to the grapeshot sound of rain
against the pane
one May morning
I crossed in the first glimmerings
to the light-shut window
and lifted the blind.
In surged the new light
drenched with the sound of birdsong
from all the green wood’s depths.
Gripping the sill
I breathed it down in one long first draught
of fresh and tingling scent and song
surfacing only
to breathe again – again – again…
Inspired by the Orchestral Prelude to Schoenberg’s Gurrelieder
June 25 2017
Riverview Songs 