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.
May 16, 2014
May 16, 2014 at 11:36 PM UTC
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.
