“its been a long winter and it isnt over yet”
“spring must be nearing
to hear the frogs croaking
with wartled wisdom”
characters from faierie tales tumble down the hill
the scarf muffled sound of their cries falling
over snowdrifts, a hairpin maneuver of the pedal
2 or more or less to austeer the sleigh
spring whispers, when winter finally recedes
an exhalation of skyblue relief
who knew how long it would take 2 c vibrant nature appear
in a lilypadded cloak ribbiting
2.
what wonders r 2 b dis covered
each infinite moment of borrowd perfection
every gift of breath and width of eye
blink
hush it shouldnt be surely spoken
but simply undressed and awoken
in native cycles betokend
yeigh tho it sleigh
yo tho it snow in
prelude to the ideas of march
in which the winds do blo
or the wind doth blow
or dost bloweth through cloudfilms barely escaping
in so white of a sky so cool of a waking
so lively the singing of birds on the limbs
nudes of bonebranches pushing green trims
the robins return in 2 showers of wing
2 royal bluegrass and gold crocus king
in under crystals of ice
