One Enchanted April

1 Falling . . one enchanted April falling puddleward into earth and sky, in glorious, more-ious mud time, falling; Trailing lilac tendrils and wrapped in violets In early light by dawn time, I follow tiny footprints. Up far into the Spring Time Where children’s voices sing And laughter in the bowers ring; Falling . . Deeper into Faery time, Bright dream time; Christened in pure delight Puddle-icious and brilliant, Priested by meadowlight Falling and falling . . .puddleward into light. Over the moon and dizzy with stars, Still, rising. . .