Colonnade

Walk in a temple of Spring

One bare foot to dewed grass
Feel coolness slip around toes
Along a colonnade of rosemary
Thyme high priestess of antiquity
Lies sleeping on the altar
One touch awakens all
Eucalyptus lies underfoot crushing
Among spires of wooded antiquity
Rising to meet a warming sky
Pigeons fall into the fluid air
All thought is dissolute at dawn
But tis the first steps to freedom
And the new day brings ever hope