Stark crow chortle
Through umber forest sprinkled with golden portals
Within blackberry rows -
To touch creations morning glow
To meld open grass with a waning moon
To discern tears from rain
Addiction , dominion from pain
Wrapped in blue blankets
In honeysuckle crown
Oakdale maidens , Port Lake dancers
Pine straw slowly drowns
Where life and death abound
Where a thousand songbirds mingle
with a thousand woodland , Summer sounds* ...