Anniversary 1

In a drift of wind, birds stirring, and a great song
to be alive and loved, your life to be loving
and now it seems I was blind night-long –
in a parting of clouds, a panel of sky is strong
new life, it calls out, here for the living
such blue and uproarious light, in moments hung
upon our life – no, we were not wrong
And now a year leaving
some minutes of morning are covered among
cloud, but down below, new grass is sprung
the words of the grass are our meaning
and the river of air is music, the first grass young
it is morning