...to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free....

17 February, 2011

a poem for today

Pavane for the Nursery

Now touch the air softly.  
Step gently--one, two.
I'll love you til roses are robin's egg blue.
I'll love you til gravel is eaten for bread
And lemons are orange, and lavender's red.

Now touch the air softly,
Swing gently the broom.
I'll love you til windows are all of a room
And the table is laid and the table is bare
And the ceiling reposes on bottomless air.

I'll love you til heaven rips the stars from his coat,
And the moon rows away in a glass-bottomed boat,
And Orion steps down like a diver below,
And Earth is ablaze--an ocean aglow.

So touch the air softly
And swing the broom high.
We will dust the grey mountains 
       and sweep the blue sky.
And I'll love you as long as the furrow the plow.
As however is ever, and ever is now.

William J.  Smith

(dedicated to my two grandkids)


  1. Thank you so much for stopping by with your kind comment about Shiner. To think I might not have discovered your wonderful blog full of poetry, practical wisdom and beautiful photography.

    The photos of your grandchild are lovely with stunning back lighting and views of the very big world outside.

  2. Perfect. Gee I wish I could compose like that!

  3. Your grandbabies are so very lucky to have you as their Grammie.

  4. Cannot wait . . . til I have one as well.