wherefore the blows of wind are now
translations in the windchimes and
how stately sits the halfhearted sky
that is supposed in want of blue

with fervorless the dew resides
heavy upon the air and flocks
of dandelions blow by blow
calm over the seas of grass

what angles of merit doth pentetrate
the softly spoken tree light paths
along a rim of shadow earth and
softly softly fading green

05/20/2007

Author's Note: i love this weather. the spring is so inspiring in and of itself

Posted on 05/28/2007
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