. In spring meadow a new song is— Laid on an earthly table with birds To feather nest, breaths remember, Budding poems of leaves embrace, All season is watered, warmly held Dearly, bright and kept into drying Bouquets. Little creatures—flutter In concords, humming with breeze Caught fallows freed into sanctuary Of bloom and spark, do clearly note Abundance soon will break, arrived To reasons that trail green into fires Of earned, autumnal transcendence, The flowers of peak, mature fruition. In a spring meadow, celebrations all Thrown— confetti let loose by Gods. .