A Bloom Most Noble

The forest moves with its mystic mood, enchanted for the creaking tune of trunks and boughs in wind, sing some birds in spring wild with a learned need; Once the snow had filled all warmth sown in darkly pockets, too thick for footfall and wind gusts upon wings, shaking earth with its plight of iced-glazed tide, now light, is nearer as a lover in tender caress; The core of the world hopeless to begging romance, The waltz of soft warmth from sylvan-spring suns, blue with hearth the sky, and budding the path for the little man, simple in his simple pleasure; Need only of balmy breeze, and she many more things in her university, of neg-lege moods, walking in her windy ways..... Sitting upon the lap of his heart, and babes to bare in the simmering spring; To love kissing truth (holy procreation) blooming melded as white-on-snow, melted for unstoppable glow, of hearts to hold, dear as tear-speckled gold, and the dapples of dreams; In old age the pitter-patter of feet to relieve the lonely, brooding day ---- but the bright of children's eyes, and the laughter in the skies (sing as some birds in spring) when all the world is blooming