Amidst the blessings

The tree pollen fell on her like sunlight
Its misty path underfoot and gentle on the eye
It was gathered by the side wind then lowered in height as if fledglings flapping tails had blown the pollen flat with all their might.
She was stopped by the canal side, where the realisation of birdsong and tapestry had won the fight.
Breathing in again she felt light
And she could go on in a world of routine and pure right.
She wondered how the brain controlled light.
Was it love's mind that moved it like a wondrous kite.