Snowing
                leaves in May
    astray,
the leaves
               in the breeze
                                    weave;
blowing the dead
               of winter away.
    The pine-needles,
              boughs, in precess
precede, indeed the Dance in May.

Lovebugs
            lead the Bur ****
- in trance-
            squalls
from mockingbirds enhance
      the sweet Ballet of May.

Butterflies
            pass the Alms Tray
in hands
             of  ants and flies and sand-
to the congregation of
              honey bees
   and hummingbirds
              who await-
the Yellow Rose's bouquet.