The Days Come Warmer

The Days Come, Warmer Time has ammassed the many aspects of me, Which I then collect, design and tatt Into delicate lace edgings for my aging, and which I then Lay out into rings around the bases of tree trunks To become splendor again, anew across the landscape — with the fragrance of lilies — orange, yellow, purple — Bursting their blooms through the darkened earth Beside the already growing roses, asters, peonies and hostas — To celebrate meeting a new season of warmth in the forest; Awaiting evensong, to grace this day’s ending work and memories With the birds flocking, circling, singing out overhead From here to the horison’s moonrise. ———————————————————————————————- (c) sally young eslinger 5/12/2023