Here is the wonder

Here is the wonder

In the toss and the turn

The deep of the night, churn

Of the unquiet brain

Fretting in furrows back and forth

Over again over again

When solace of sleep’s in slippery slide

Ever-evasive, far and wide

Will not be coaxed to rest and stay

But jitters and jumps and darts away

Then in the starless dreamless dark

Pacing the hiss of silence, hark!

Pattern of chimes to tell the hours

Strung like a chain of hedgerow flowers

A necklace of notes to punctuate

Almost a lullaby, wait oh wait

Picture the mountain scene at dawn

Meadows of daisies danced this morn

Bright in the sunlight foxglove splash

A chasing of swallows swoop and dash

In the toss and the turning, deep of night

The creep of the hours from dark till light

The ravel of cares that won’t be smoothed

Fretful as fever left un-soothed

Here is the wonder, come instead

A movie reel inside my head

And keeping in step with chiming bell

A poem forms

and

all

is

well.

Newnham on Severn, 3a.m 4th July 2011