Sweet you are
And sweet music, sweet.
Easy wind, trill of birdsong,
Water drop from leaf to leaf,
Come to the wood
Hike off the trodden path
And you’ll hear
And you’ll dance,
The earth is slowly ripening
Crushed spirits crave
enlivening
A walking stick for wandering,
It’s morning spring, come see.
(August 31, 2014)
