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
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