Grapple the Grace

Drunk in the drink that fog unfurls,

Morning dawns delicate,

And honied Spring rises hot,

To ignite the world in romance...

Sweets swarm in the early elegance,

And gild the dew in mirth,

While busy fools build in trees,

To horde their nectar nests...

I revel happy in the happy bees,

And swim in the heavy haze,

That wild morn perfumes...

Breathe in and Grapple the Grace.

© Alison Zacharias 2011