…
first, the flutter of a swan
dans the druff & catches on
as the crystal fungus spores
so a tosser wanders yon
~
shudders in an ermine realm
squawks beneath the birch & elm
songing sings of winter’s wars
when a penguin’s at the helm
~
then the so’s a polar bear
breath is speckles in the air
spring, the hinge in swinging doors
grease her up & frolic there
~
mars is marches in ‘is boots
parping with the brussel’s toots
buzzing while the buzzard soars
carpeting the greening shoots
~
while the white is still allowed
from a non-“progressive” cloud
dawdle ’til the blanket thaws
magic is this –Â shining shroud
~
plodding beats with yeti feet
’til the sheet is pouring sleet
& a thankful river roars
then – alas – the spell’s complete
…