Blessings counted

Mind in maudlin misery did call,
for memory to hold the hand of hope,
remembering that life still has its joys;
counting of the blessings stroke by stroke.

Magpies in mellifluous morning  call,
deliquescent song of honeyed streaming light,
trickles through quick-fingered dancing dawn;
dressing sullen day, sensation bright.

Perfume pull of blossoms slowly blushing,
cascade of captured colour in bright fall,
creation caught upon the hem of morning;
iridescent beauty to behold.

Crumpled cries of sun in shadowed calling,
waltzing through the cool enveloped shade,
laughs in silence as the day breaks open;
gifts beyond imagining displayed.