Moments

Moments

Before the dawn had gathered all her gold

the symphony of birdsong had begun

to usher in the rising of the sun

while morning mist lay doubled in the folds

of sleeping fields…and all the world seemed spun

from silver strands of music. Soon enough

the sun would sparkle brightly through the blush

of cotton clouds, dissolving dew till none

lay twinkling on the blades of grass and leaves 

of weeds…revealing shades of grey and green

upon the pastures painted with what seemed

to gently sigh a promise of reprieve

from night that takes all colours to the moon…

for well we know that all in life is lent

for moments that will all too soon be spent

as dusk descends upon our afternoon.

Based on Psalm 90:12

© Johannes W H van der Bijl 2026