O clever Coil,
Thy dew-tears burnish Earth's aspersions;
Your dearest dew, elixir of Morn,
Abrogates the dry void of Night—begone, deject!
Thy dandelions,
Dirty refulgent teeth,
Sigh islands of spiraling lint across the carpet—harlequin Gypsies!
But the clouds fold in on themselves
Like paper cranes—
Cherub and Gargoyle alike
Cast salutary shadows as they scumble across the canvas.
And thy Sphere beams on me my favorite rays:
I delight in the scint of their cadences.
The halcyon wings expand: let us mail Earth to Heaven
In this envelope of Ambience!
Thy delectable buds
Deprecate the detritus of winter
With ebullient verdancy—Life is rife,
So grow!
O eclectic Season, interpolator of polar climes,
Let thy chary fogs angle 'cross brocaded pastures;
Pucker thy lips and kiss a cloud through the cyan.
Inure
The flaccid limbs of thy
Sapling tree-infants; sequester the
Moribund from the Hopeful,
And pigment Earth with your collage of
Delight, for the palette is full
And the brush is Thine!
