Cut up Diamond birthed
The dawn, diamond-cold ,
walls , sleepless harsh clinical, softened,
soothing love with crystals of dew sparkled,
lullaby of blossom-pastel hues smoothing ,
light of diamond-cut prisms glimmering ,
flowering month of showers in the bowers,
beneath the sun, gemstones tumbled on dark soil
turned daisies, studded red and yellow .
A baby’s sunbeam fist , light-bright ,
a curling trellis of clinging sweet peas
climbing the ladder of morning,
crystalline sunlight stroked your face softly,
golden sunrise of a late light
jewel of April polished sleeping..gently..
PS: What has resulted after cutting up the Charlotte poem ‘ Diamond birthed day’