Behold!
On biers sleep
the ****** winter
And in ashes burn the ubiquitous chill
And the snow that had blocked life
Hark! All hark!
Thier sports play the bees
And rhymes the buzz everywhere
The balmy breeze sings
Caressing the leaves
in full bloom and flowers
On their wings are the pittas
To welcome the new weather
In the yard hang the hazy days
And at the door summer knocks