Mire of the Northern Rain Forest

Spring buds Bursting Like popcorn stuck on sticks Raising my perspective to Gallivant In knee-high tickle grass Nested In the strew of stony rocks Festooned With sphagnum and lichen Frothed with droplets Of glistening crystal lather Moored in glade and rill Plundered in claggy stodge Boggy green and juicy with rain The jaunt sloshes with plunger feet Air raids above Signal Whirring wispy winged ghosts Bombers Buzzzzzzzzzing Skitting overhead Barely black shadow fellows Intent in reaching their target Synced and signaled Like flittering naked poltergeists Aiming for a sticky sweet meal Arms, legs ankles and necks Covered or not Stabbed with little mercy In the trove of Spring Buds So Alive! May 16, 2020