Into the translucent morning <br />a lark soars singular <br />and larkspurs crowd the garden walk <br />waving pastel spikes to the sky <br />as children might <br />hold up their hands <br />stained with finger-paints. <br />So lark and larkspur <br />Rise into the light, <br />lift me with their jubilance <br />and write their song upon my heart.<br /><br />Lillian Susan Thomas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/into-the-translucent-morning/
