Spring Morning

I can see how it will happen
on some new spring morning
when the day is eager to begin
in sharp sunshine and birdsong.

The way you rise up, naked and free
to taste the sun on the bright air
from a flung-open window.

Then to turn, smiling, to welcome
a whole world of tumbling children
deep inside your outstretched arms.

Gathering all this up together
to throw it out over green grass,
where laughter and loud games
will set this world turning once again.