I love the day the first, fresh scents of spring
suffuse the air and pervade the senses.
An AEIOU bird toots its hollow
horn outside on the A595.
A celebratory genesis is everywhere.
is giving birth,
and ovulating dawn.
Fresh lovers maunder hand in hand and
knee-deep in redolent flowers
into shade to take repose
by cool, running waters.
Sybaratical sylphs swoop in sentient air.
The blue sky arches and swoons,
I bridle the mind and race apace to the shore
where seabirds scream
from the ragged rocks,
O is it their love-song or elegy?
Waves make gentle love to the shore
marrying together stunning juxtapositions
of all unlikely Orders of Being.
Liquid night spills on
O sleepless omen moon
who shines like an electric coin
and seems to be in love w/ the sea:
she scatters her jewelry box all around.
Homework tonight is to
remember your dreams.
I prefer telepathy to 10p.
Because the world goes round and round.