There are days that hang in memory
Like the fine mist of morning,
Gilded by the risen sun.
Momentary splendours, full of light
Sun-kissed days, on hilltops touched with snow
But whispering of Spring
Snowdrops’ promise pledged beneath the trees,
Handfasted to Summer’s warmer glow,
The breeze a fanfare, laughing.
Today was such a one.