Lady Spring

Upwards—-

In the limonene

Sky,

Small finches

Fly,

Rise and dip,

In and out

Of coral-red Quince

Thorn’d and tangled.

Since,

Last you sang,

Rabbits come and go—-

From the mangle

Of marsh willow

Blackberry briars

And fallen branches.

Vineyards, farms and ranches

Sweep the valley,

Climb the hills,

In the dawn chill

Of a tooley fog,

Floating over the

Swamp-marsh bog,

Stands

A pure-white

Dream of you.

Rain comes on,

Mud sweeps the trail

Undone:

The blossoms of a wild, 

White plum

Falling down

Without sound or guile.

While,

On the after breeze

With ease

You appear

In distant love

Beyond

My touch.

Around the bend

Of time.

And, I’m

Wondering

How long

Spring will last

Until

The next rhyme

Sings

 Your haunting song.

 

 

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