God Musing

Should I, in an idle moment, take a day

bathe it in the warmth of gentle sun

then, over an undulating weald,

lay a patchwork quilt of fields

and, to put the rustle in a breeze

a handful, here and there, of trees

and where within the quilt, a seam

as from a dell, or better yet, a spring

a rivulet that babbles in a stream

down a dingle-wooded fell

            then for resting and relief

over tree-lined lanes a cloak of velveteen

beneath infinities of stars, a solitary moon

and in between, a dawn to warn of morning

and in the wane of afternoon, a dusky light

before the inevitable totality of night

            but for fear of mankind’s wilful harm

            I leave it all for lovers arm in arm.

                  S. J. White