The Wonderful

For day 24 of Poems in April at 'imaginary garden with real toads' we are invited to write of natural wonders, great or small – or to 'Go bigger: tell us how all of its breathtaking design makes you catch your breath in awe.'

The Wonderful

In the soft light of morning,

the Wonderful wakes –

the sunrise filling

the lower slopes of the sky,

the tune of a magpie 

just down the road, 

carolling sweetly

with a fresh sound,

trees appearing to stretch

in the radiant air,

the edges of the mountains

in crisp outline

and in spite of all grief,

all pain or despair,

all the horrors I know exist

and proliferate …

in spite of all that,

my heart lifts, the song

pours like a blessing

across my arising,

I take a new breath

and rejoice to see this world 

wake up around me, again,

over and over, and the sun shine.