Rustling winds of spring,
spread through,
half open oak branches,
Shrew peeps her button nose
throwing a tidy pile of earth,
Near the crystal falls,
Spring rain darts through
infrequently,
Before amber nectar eyes,
like a vale of intrigue ,
Hovering; a blue ***,
Chirpes questions
Sparks of a teale flame,
Pearl along aimlessly,
Through crowded doors,
and empty rooms,.
A rooster awoke;
today's flower,
Bellowing of frightened hollows,
along frictional caves,
Rattling off its distractions,
Ever more engaged,
Healing with its new sound,
Shrew meets the blue ***,
Pecked into the old oak -
Blue ***; Today is the day
Shrew; to finish enchanting.
