'A sweet summer afternoon. Cool breezes and a clear sky. This day will not come again. <br />The young bulls lie under a tree in the corner of their field. Quiet afternoon. Blue hills. <br />Day lilies nod in the wind. This day will not come again. ' <br />Thomas Merton, Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander <br /> <br />I expected the slight rise <br />in the east, the sky <br />growing slate, then <br />blushing pink and <br />suddenly blue. <br /> <br />The winter tree <br />is often <br />bathed in gold, <br /> <br />and the familiar song <br />of thrush and jay, <br />woodpecker's rapid tapping <br />brash geese <br />shouting, <br /> <br />are often the same <br />from one to another day. <br /> <br />But this sudden breeze, <br />freshening breath <br />of the butterfly, <br />the warmth <br />the joyful cry! <br /> <br />My God is here! <br /> <br />I breathe, <br />I sigh.<br /><br />Steven Federle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/this-day-will-not-come-again/
