Soft day
teach me something.
Pearl sky,
remind me
there is yielding
to be done,
letting, letting go.

And dear trees,
some of you know
how hard it is
to be green all year round,
tell me how

or at least teach
long peaceful sleep
where I can dream
what flowers when I wake.

Grey sky
full of the softest light
settles around us
like the prayer
of a child
who has been praying
from the beginning of the world

1 September 2020