A Blessing

These are the still days the days of quiet light

and night stars days empty even of grief days

of tree-dapple and meadowsweet of leaf-swirl and

cicada hum let them lengthen into future seasons

let them come multitudinous as rain let them be

as rain a blessing on the water a blessing on this land

a sheet fluttering in the mild wind and let the sea holly

and cinquefoil come as a tide into this meadow rising

into the fullness of afternoon let the curtains of pollen

aurora the dawn that rises around us like a deeper wave

rises like another arriving tide tied to the fading moon

tied to this thing that has again arrived this thing we call

tomorrow